Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Break Bread, artist - I-20. Date of issue: 31.12.2003
Song language: English
Break Bread |
| Heyyyyy I’m a maniac |
| Go and tell the whole world Mr. Pain is back |
| So get them thangs out you betta lock up ya house |
| And tell the cops they let the animals out |
| Break bread nigga |
| I-20 Meet the Dealer cuz I’m out on bail |
| I broke free and I ain’t never goin back to jail |
| ATL’s eastside says I’m back from hell |
| Reintroduced to my connect and I got sacks to sell |
| Since I was young I broke bones usin sticks and stones |
| Puttin bruises on you losers lames leave me alone |
| I’ll be servin it for certain til the day that I die |
| You got that reggie for the low I got that fire for the high |
| Niggas travelin when they rappin but I feel like they actin |
| And I ain’t talkin bout vacation if I say that I’m packin |
| Hear that hunger in my voice and all the pain in my eyes |
| If this the only chance I get to you can bet I’mma ride |
| I got my back against the wall but my hand on my tool |
| Cuz niggas gotta give me somethin I got nothin to lose |
| A-Town's new ruler throw ya side in the sky |
| Yall niggas lovin how ya livin but I’m (distorted) ready to die |
| You niggas settin up to get me better come wit that four |
| This 20 got magazines and I ain’t talkin The Source |
| Mr. Pain’ll change the game by the time I’mma reign |
| I catch a charge like a flagrant foul deep in the lane |
| Yall niggas know where y’all can find me see I’m deep in the south |
| Where niggas put away they Benz and pull they Chevrolet out |
| Yall niggas cakin on these broads spend a stack on that bitch |
| I’ll throw that ho right out the VIP and throw some yak ('gnac) on that bitch |
| And as far as all this beefin y’all ain’t worryin me |
| We the index so I’m body that’s a story in me |
| If I say it then I meant it you can take it at that |
| Yall been eatin off these streets and now I’m takin it back |
| Yall won’t see me sideways you get it live and direct |
| I-20 in the flesh I’m comin live from the Dec |
| DTP I represent it see I’m more than a star |
| And if I’m fuckin witcha club I’m buyin (distorted) more than the bar |
| Get back and putcha life on the line (tell em) |
| Get back and putcha life on the line |
| Break bread nigga |
| I-20 is the shorts I be still takin aim |
| I’m the blocks head coach bitch I’m teachin the game |
| So I’m servin like I’m Agassi Venus or Serena |
| I’m ridin wit a felony you duckin misdemeanors |
| And man I’m still hurtin and my mama’s still workin |
| So I stay wit the glove and a mask like a servant |
| A-Town's new ruler throw ya side in the sky |
| Yall niggas lovin how ya livin and I’m (ready to die) |
| + (Ludacris) |
| Tell 'em (break bread nigga) |
| Tell 'em what (break bread nigga) |
| Tell 'em (break bread nigga) |
| Say what (break bread nigga) |
| Get cha shit fucked up bitch nigga (break bread nigga) |