Get Breaded

Oooooh, E-40, get breaded, get breaded

Sauce Money, get breaded

Fat Joe, get breaded

Oooooh, E-40, get breaded, get breaded

Sauce Money, get breaded

Fat Joe, get breaded

[E-40]

My penitentiary family'll

reach 'fore you make a bet, when you gonna lay in a buck?

When you gon' bust these suckers upside the head with another dump?

I ain't no punk I'm like a basepipe cause I'm dope

E'rytime I touch the microphone, I come with smoke

Playa potnah whatchu talkin bout? What dey lookin like?

I just come off a double-album, you know that shit was tight

and you right I make my drops for the club and the trunk

Like a pregnant lady come with a album every eight or nine months

See y'all ain't ready

At seventeen I had a hundred dollars -- eh-eh, thousands

Chevy Impalas, ??, Cougars, lower-development housin

Who can split it, seen it, did it, been in it, done it

When y'all was tryin to walk it, see I was tryin to run it

Smoked a lot of trees drunk (trees drunk)

Locked a lot of keys in the trunk (keys in the trunk)

On my way back from the sushi bar, drinkin saki

I'se diamonded down and clusters on my fingers, like Liberace

To all my 223 spitters, hustlers paper go-getters

Seven digit figures, tymers, ballers, hillside niggaz

Get yer bread.. bounce yer head!

If youse obsessed withcha wealth and it

More carats than a bunny rabbit

Pop yo' collar one time if you got a weed habit

Get yer bread.. bounce yer head!

[Sauce Money]

The only way I get involved if it mean more dough

(uh-huh) Sauce Money, E-4-Oh

You know they want em, diamonds, flaunt em

Treat all my hoes like Billy Blank son and Tae-Bo on em

Whattup ma, too many G's to consume?

I spit game so I can ease in your womb

I know what you thinkin I'm just teasin the tomb

While I kick it with 40, take the keys to my room

Lobster, shrimpin, never simpin, gangsta limpin

Went from Sauce Money to big pimpin

Like bell bottoms, too much flate for some

Flow so hot got summer scared to come

But everybody on the track holdin weight

Five hundred thou', that's the golden gate

From B-K to Oaktown, pass the smoke round

Let me find out who broke now, uh-huh

There's love in the East and there's love in the West

Coast to coast G's do what you do best, just

Get yer bread.. bounce yer head!

To all my gettin money chicks if you love the song

Tell your man if he broke, he dead-ass wrong, you better

Get yer bread.. bounce yer head!

[Fat Joe]

Yeah, who wanna fuck with The Last Don?

I hate you niggaz with a pass-ion

Fuck around and get blast on

My niggaz mad strong and they kill you quick

Come out or get hit, we the shit

Think I would lie to you bitch?

You could die with the snitch, and buried alive in the ditch

Come five with the fifth, try to slide but you slid

We the livest of clicks, Terror Squad to the death of me

Remember me? The same kid that ran triz on Stephanie

Felony's the minimal, enemies I pity you

Step to me, c'est la vie, and I'm killin you

Drillin you with holes in your chest

You opposin the best

T.S., supreme, crows on the nest

[E-40]

?? like what you say out here ain't nuttin nice

For brownie points or stripes niggaz take your life

with boxcutters, fuck a knife, just for braggin rights

LOST IN THE GAME!! Drownin sinkin holdin my breath

LOST IN THE GAME!! Broke miserable starvin to death

Boom boom boom, BOOM BOOM!

Crazy weebleations.. BOSS BURN BROOM!

Bills, wheels, and about eleven-thousand dollars worth

of counterfeit bills, marked money and sour dope deals

To all my 223 spitters, hustlers paper go-getters

Seven digit figures, tymers, ballers, hillside niggaz

Get yer bread.. bounce yer head!

If youse obsessed withcha wealth and it

More carats than a bunny rabbit

Pop yo' collar one time if you got a weed habit

Get yer bread.. bounce yer head!

Get yer bread.. bounce yer head!

Get yer bread.. bounce yer head!

And there you have it

Three tycoons.. weighin in at 300-plus ya undersmell that?

Fat Joe, Sauce Money and E-40, ya undersmell that?

East coast West Coast connection, y'know

SicK Wid It Records, the new millineum ballers

Ya undersmell me? Where you come from?

Beyotch?! You know we do this .. hoahhhh

A-HOAHHHH! SHEEEIT! BEOTCH!