Break Bread Lyrics - Northstar

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[Intro: movie sample]
I'm gonna hold it out
And I'm not give a damn what I do
And I'm gonna make the biggest God damn explosion
You've ever heard...

[Chorus 4X: Meko the Pharaoh]
I make xxxxxxx break bread for the game
And punk muthafuckas in my lane, do the same

[Midnight]
I'm getting brain, in the back of my Mustang
And muthafuckas better feel my pain, I'm switching lanes
Running from the cops, they can't catch me, see I was born sitting
Busting off my glocks is naturally, ways
That's the real, and the way it has to be, see life is a tragedy
Without tragedy, there's no life in me
Besides when xxxxxxx make me sick
Always talking that bullshit

[Christbearer]
Yeah... I'm making xxxxxxx break bread for the game
Leaving niggas left for dead, in the game
Young Sugar Shane, his cousin crazy Eddie Kane
Pimping hoes where I steady reign
Christbearer, step out in the mink
Making all you xxxxxxx pink, how close can I step to the weight
Without falling, yeah, Christbearer, balling
I hear the streets calling, for di-di yes ya'lling

[Interlude: Christbearer (Midnight) {girl}]
Aiyo, yo, check it out, yo
(Aiy, aiy, come here for a second, let me holler at you)
Suuu-ey, yo sweet water, can I holla-holla? {Hell no}
(Aiy, let me holla at you, come here for a second)
{I ain't try'nna talk to ya'll broke xxx nigga}
(I just wanna holla at you, come here)
{Uh-uh, nigga please} (Ahh, xxxx you bitch)

[Madam Scheez]
I'm diggin low up, for triple folder, try'nna get over
I told her, your life is over, I'm your Jehovah
Controller, like I was goaler, mental high dome like a roller
That means ya troll up, see mama's home, I ain't sober
Intoxicated, and immulated, since she dated
But never made it, her hair was braided, so we shade it
She contemplated, and elevated, then related
Triple X rated, triple X rated...

[Chorus 4X]

[Midnight]
Yeah, dollars make the hoes holla
And best believe we on a mission to make cheese
Doing eight down the back streets, blowing on trees
Heater by my side, I never know when I'mma ride, I'm a pimp for life
The game ain't change, I got a tat' that re-arrange
I push an all black range, with about five ratchets in the back, known gats
With a pocket full of stacks, that's beyond for a dream
Go head, tapping ya locks, supreme, you know what I mean

[Interlude: Christbearer (girl)]
Hey, hey, hey, hey, ho, hey yo, you got my money? (hey baby)
Do you have my money? (yeah, baby, I got your money)
Ahh, yeah, cuz I gots to get paid, I gots to stay paid
(Nigga, I ain't gotta do this xxxx no more, xxxx this shit)
No more? What, what, what, you mean, no more
There's plenty of, there's plenty of money in the hood
(What you talking bout, you broke) There's plenty of tricks on the clicks, baby
(I ain't got no...) What? (You know, I ain't got time for that shit)
Oh, I will slap, I will slap-- (Nigga, you'll what? Nigga you won't slap a muthafucka hand
Nigga, xxxx you, ain't nobody got time for you and your punk xxx games
Fuck you and all your bitches, I don't have time for this shit
I'm bout to get out there, and get my money, on the real, on the grind, xxxx what you talking bout)

[Chorus 4X]

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