baby? Guess you're gonna have to find yourself another past time Judgin' from the past, I know it won't be the last time, the last time This is the last time
hustlin riskin her freedom, house full of kids and none of the baby daddies around and she just tryn to feed em, even if she's layin on her back for bread
m doing I seem to have it on lock None of my baby mommas hated to see me come up Cause I took care of all the children when the times were tough That'
Keep Your Mind On Paper Keep-Keep Your Eyes Keep Your Eyes Keep-Keep Your Eyes Keep Your Eyes On Paper [Z-Ro:] Uh I was down on my last down with my
all hood Trying to get paper pull another capper Man my house is swoah something like Tony Drapper Got to get my mill from my record sell This time last
by my lonely Trust nobody, it's just a plastic or the chrome only When I beef I pick skeletons, I don't pick bones homie Eliminating everybody, cause the last time
can't even pay bills even though my CD's want stay on the shelf strugglin and I'm strivin and just barely strivin bobbin and weavin-my last breathe time after time
Herron] Why, do we live this way So many murders, where the children play And it's about, to make me lose my mind We're running out of time, too many
'm still the last man standing With a mad cannon ready to bust Look how I did after I left that nigga dead in the dust Cause I'ma ride when it's time
I'm living a sin when against the grain You don't know Z-Ro you don't know my pain Tears be coming on down like rain It's a full time job, trying to maintain
'll niggaz Y'all just come around, cause I got them drugs When all my drugs gone, nigga all my thugs gone And I'm scared to eat, the last of the bread
goin on 40 but I ain't hit the age of 24 hard times killing my smile but I'm a make it though if I can remember the last time I got to laugh without fakin
Marquis] You're fuckin' with the best of 'em, fuck the rest of 'em After me there'll be no more left of 'em The last booty-shake gangsta Look at all the bread
masks that'll blast at the task force Empty out my clip Time to mash They asked for it Me Makaveli I'm a motherfucker We break bread Now we thug
My hands itch when the money comes, it's hard to explain it! Last time I itched like this, a truckload came in Get money, get bread, that's what I do
I cut, or we stuck, and they move, so we buck, they come back, in my dreams at night I have nightmares, nightmares, all the time [Verse 1: Prodigy] Last
damn Baby you look good you're giving me wood You should pull over like a sweat shirt with a hood [? ] you and me both Break bread while I'm copping over
