[Some guy talking]
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Darling
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Ya know, you give a man a reason for living
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Not to mention, you take my picture
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Now baby, but I give it to you because I love you
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Ya know cuz the things that I feel so proud about
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The things that you do
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Ya know, like runnin' my car into telephone poles
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Plus (?) I didn't get mad did I?
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Y-Y-y'member, 'member when
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W-W-When I tried to take my clothes to the cleaners
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and on the way out
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My very best pinstripe caught a nail
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I didn't get mad
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I was proud because you thought, enough of your man
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To be in such a hurry
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It made me feel grand, yes it did
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Uuh I need you, I just need you
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[Verse 1]
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Uh
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You know I was you're bread you're butter
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And I ain't talkin bout dat bread I fucked up on you
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Cause in my head man I swore I lucked up
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Wasn't countin all the butter I spreaded on you
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So true now, why would I play you bitch I made you
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I'm not talkin bout the things dat I gave you
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Clothes wit the labels, I brought you round Hov and da label
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Spring water while holdin you're age koo
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Naw I ain't tryin to degrade you
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But you was a lost little girl n you're world boo I saved you
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Ya pop owe me a favor, I basically raised you
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From squada to Bentley-whippin
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Ain't have to watch Cribs to see how I was livin
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Me, so blinded ain't see the Robin Givens in you
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Huh, shoulda seen the Ginger in you
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Tried to off Beans like Rothstein? Go figure
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Youu take my dough, spend wit the next nigga you crazy bitch?
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[Chorus #1]
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And dis was the one I trusted
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Who would ever think she would spread like mustard
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Bitch I was your bread and butter
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You shoulda tucked dat bread and butter
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Ya know what?... Dis shit funny to me
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It ain't nuttin but money to me
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You lookin hungry to me
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But I was your bread and butter
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Bitch shoulda tucked dat bread and butter
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Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm
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[Verse 2]
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You got the whole town laughin at me, silly he
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Silly to see got me feelin silly like Denise like
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Oh what could it be in you, I see
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N dis young P-Y-T
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She got me L-O-V, E-T-K-O'd
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Uh, like Teddy P. whatever she say goes
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But I'm, ready to (Turn Off The Lights)
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Close the door, on my pretty young need I more
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Now peep game wit 'em, need, I, more
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Gimme dat, E thy or
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No Beanie Mac don't play dat crap wit these whores
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She want me missin her (in my room) like the OJ's homes
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But I'm on to my zone like O.J. Jones
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Beano brown, cancel dis bitch, I'll buy another one
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It's my world you lil squirrel tryna get a nut bitch
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Do you- what bitch? Lil smut bitch
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Got you're name ringin, spreadin like mustard
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And I'm supposed to trust it after he touched it?
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[Chorus #2]
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I told dat ass (slow down) like Puba
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Now you're days are gray like the 4 pound Ruga
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Bread and Butter, see I was you're bread and butter
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F'laaay baby ya hips is gettin big
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Now you gettin thin you don't care about you're whip
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Cuz I was you're bread and butter
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Shoulda tucked dat bread and butter
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Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm
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[Bridge being sung]
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So proud, of you.. a'ye-ah
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I gotta say it loud, yes I do, a'yeah (yeah yeah)
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When you do (do) What you do (do)
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How do you know, What you know
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Aw, shame on you
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I need you (oh oh)
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Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm
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[Verse 3 - Grand Puba]
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Yeah
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Now you know I was you're bread and butter
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You had a shot to be my baby mother
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Ain't no sorry I ain't Rueben Studdard
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I can't apologize, it's multi-platnimum time
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Takin all my shit and sendin you back to you're moms cryin
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So don't cry baby dry, ya eyes
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You tried to get all greasy like you super-size fries
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So, pack ya shit
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Leave the whip
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It's been nice but listen ma I gotta defrost ya ice
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Dats rite
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[Chorus #2]
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Bread and Butter [4x]
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Bread And Butter
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Beanie Sigel |