Slik Jack - Pour Le Pain Lyrics

Dope flying out the front door like jazzy jeff
Mid 90s slinging trees right on lafayette
We big timers wit cash money like Manny fresh
Chains hanging off the neck like grannys flabby flesh
James bond whip wit car seats that eject
Throw a bitch in da blue sky for given crappy head
This cooking at its best
The gordan ramsey of da jecks
Both hands be on the techs
Best beleive im ambidex
Catch me in a foreign sawing off the anti theft
Witta screwdriver ta my uber drivers clammy neck
My new chariotte , got my boos panties wet
Slid a finger in kooch made her move like marionettes
New york ballin like yankees and the mets
3 salaries for rent Or nose candy by the steps
Not ya average savage like randy for the checks
I gets viciouse like sid if its ta get me outta debt
Live for the hustle till the hustle gives you death
Everydays a tussle fiting puzzles for the bread
Uhn

For the bread
Get back up , do it again

The show aint over just cause the curtains close
Me and my G's keep working till we in nursing homes
Long as they printing more money increasing murder toles
Theyll be finding more bodies wit those excursion boats
Undercovers got sneeky dripping in urban cloths
Tryna catch us pants down like George michael at urinals
Swore ta shorty ima quit when i reach certain goals
A little white lie never hurt no hoes
The furs aint foe but yo neather are golds,
Slap the wind out you cats like scarfs in convertables
Peddle to the metal wit the reaper Lurking close
Specially in this rap game where he keep merkin folks
So many bodies in the ocean catch me surfin on bones
Manouver montreal swerving round cones
Like a ex junkie dodgin dealers serving stones
I dont look to the sky cause im worried about drones
Keep my eyes looking forwards hoppin'em potholes

For the bread
Get back up , do it again