"Bread And Butter"

[Some guy talking]
Darling
Ya know, you give a man a reason for living
Not to mention, you take my picture
Now baby, but I give it to you because I love you
Ya know cuz the things that I feel so proud about
The things that you do
Ya know, like runnin' my car into telephone poles
Plus (?) I didn't get mad did I?
Y-Y-y'member, 'member when
W-W-When I tried to take my clothes to the cleaners
and on the way out
My very best pinstripe caught a nail
I didn't get mad
I was proud because you thought, enough of your man
To be in such a hurry
It made me feel grand, yes it did
Uuh I need you, I just need you

[Verse 1]
Uh
You know I was you're bread you're butter
And I ain't talkin bout dat bread I fucked up on you
Cause in my head man I swore I lucked up
Wasn't countin all the butter I spreaded on you
So true now, why would I play you bitch I made you
I'm not talkin bout the things dat I gave you
Clothes wit the labels, I brought you round Hov and da label
Spring water while holdin you're age koo
Naw I ain't tryin to degrade you
But you was a lost little girl n you're world boo I saved you
Ya pop owe me a favor, I basically raised you
From squada to Bentley-whippin
Ain't have to watch Cribs to see how I was livin
Me, so blinded ain't see the Robin Givens in you
Huh, shoulda seen the Ginger in you
Tried to off Beans like raw steam? Go figure
Youu take my dough, spend wit the next nigga you crazy bitch?

[Chorus #1]
And dis was the one I trusted
Who would ever think she would spread like mustard
Bitch I was your bread and butter
You shoulda tucked dat bread and butter
Ya know what?... Dis shit funny to me
It ain't nuttin but money to me
You lookin hungry to me
But I was your bread and butter
Bitch shoulda tucked dat bread and butter
Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm

[Verse 2]
You got the whole town laughin at me, silly he
Silly to see got me feelin silly like Denise like
Oh what could it be in you, I see
N dis young P-Y-T
She got me L-O-V, E-T-K-O'd
Uh, like Teddy P. whatever she say goes
But I'm, ready to (Turn Off The Lights)
Close the door, on my pretty young need I more
Now peep game wit 'em, need, I, more
Gimme dat, E thy or
No Beanie Mac don't play dat crap wit these whores
She want me missin her (in my room) like the OJ's homes
But I'm on to my zone like O.J. Jones
Beano brown, cancel dis bitch, I'll buy another one
It's my world you lil squirrel tryna get a nut bitch
Do you- what bitch? Lil smut bitch
Got you're name ringin, spreadin like mustard
And I'm supposed to trust it after he touched it?

[Chorus #2]
I told dat ass (slow down) like Puba
Now you're days are gray like the 4 pound Ruga
Bread and Butter, see I was you're bread and butter
F'laaay baby ya hips is gettin big
Now you gettin thin you don't care about you're whip
Cuz I was you're bread and butter
Shoulda tucked dat bread and butter
Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm

[Bridge being sung]
So proud, of you.. a'ye-ah
I gotta say it loud, yes I do, a'yeah (yeah yeah)
When you do (do) What you do (do)
How do you know, What you know
Aw, shame on you
I need you (oh oh)
Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm

[Verse 3 - Grand Puba]
Yeah
Now you know I was you're bread and butter
You had a shot to be my baby mother
Ain't no sorry I ain't Rueben Studdard
I can't apologize, it's multi-platnimum time
Takin all my shit and sendin you back to you're moms cryin
So don't cry baby dry, ya eyes
You tried to get all greasy like you super-size fries
So, pack ya shit
Leave the whip
It's been nice but listen ma I gotta defrost ya ice
Dats rite

[Chorus #2]

Bread and Butter [4x]

[Mm Mm said repeatedly til fade to end]

"Lord Have Mercy"

I'm trying to climb the stairways to heaven like Led Zepplin
Find that polished treasure like Ellie Levert
I do my dirt so my kids see heaven on Earth
But the pain on my heart it weighs heavy it hurts
Hope you see my good intentions for whatever its worth
Through self conviction when I mention my intentions in verse
Like a preacher or a deacon when he's speaking in church
Know there's a lesson that I'm teaching If you seeking my verse
Like the shock of the hour be a grievous thing
Like the dropping of them towers man its plain to see
That them cowards can't sing the song believers sing
They rather march and hold hands like ML King
The nigga in me like Malcolm Little said
'All Means Necessary'
So by all means I'm armed and my weapons ready
I got my lessons ready
Hoping I learn them before I'm laid to rest and buried
Have mercy on me

[Chorus - sung]
Please have mercy on me
Oh Lord, please have mercy on me

Pressure bust pipes, pressure can also make a diamond
Pressure can bust a man wrestling with his conscience
His self-accusing spirit of his past
(But I know Allah's mercy is greater than his wrath)
So in that I not only pray for me I pray for he
My dear brother Robert help him with his problems
And the bumps and grinds
And the evil things and thoughts that run through his mind
Take a hand of my sister J. Blige
As I listen to her life go down watching her life spin round
On them records every track she singin prayer
Give her "No More Drama" let her "Rainy Days" be clear
Receiving signs from Osama that the days is near
When babies is baby mommas, man them days is here
And beings that them days is now
I pray that Allah have mercy when my day come round

[Chorus]

[sung w/ ad libs]
We need your mercy, I need your mercy
For my soul, for my soul

[all together]
B-I-G, P-O, P-P-A
P-A-C, Left Eye, JMJ...
B-I-G, L, P-U-N
Eazy-E, Aaliyah, R.I.P.

[Chorus]

"Flatline"
(feat. Peedi Crack)

[Peedi Crack]
Uh Uh huh Uh Huh Uh
I'll box your fuckin' head off
Who gon' knock the kid off?
None of y'all which one of y'all come try me
I'll body little homeboy silence that sound boy
Come challenge me please I promise you a homi'
And I'm dipping in a bonnie' and I'm fresh out the county
And I just taught my mami how to shoot a lil' tool
So I hate for you to run up get one up in your stomach
That's one less bullet from my hundred shot UZ'
Put your finger in your gun shot wound
Run to spittle and tell 'em P Crack not COOL
He on that shit that 'ill make a dead man move
Stop train, airplanes fall dawg you gon' LOSE
I'm on my twist you on my list
I bring the wop out of the spot it's on like shit
That nigga crack back and imma pop off my blick
That nigga Mack back you need to hop off our dicks (BRAATT)

[Beanie Sigel]
Fresh out the federal cases I got several
About four or five just had to settle two
They said I try to show a nigga what the metal do
But didn't succeed the nigga still breath
Attempt please I would of hit him in his peas
With the Mac with the beam that got back in the breeze
Only clap from the neck up I'd let the heck-lar plug 'em
I don't think they made Kevlar scullys fuck it
I should of let the AR touch him cuffed him
To the bumper drug him two city blocks
The juice in me and the henny shot
Four perks' and a ?hitter ock?
You shoot first if you get the drop
Your deuce work if you hit the spot
Lose the nurse some one get the doc'
Remove his shirt his pressure drop
Check his vital sign his hemorrhaging finish him
FLATLINE

[Hook - Beanie Sigel & Peedi Crack]
Load it up roll up BLAT boy flat boy (flatline)
Slow up all that rap 'ill get that boy clapped boy (flatline)
Oh no here we go another (flatline)
P crack B mack is back boy (flatline)
Get him up outta here rrring yea (rring yea)
Don't get plugged to that machine yea (machine yea)
Hold up he losing air (flatline)
Am I clear? (am I clear?) (Flatline) yea (flatline)

[Beanie Sigel]
B seig'll squeeze the eag' on you,
P crack let the Mack rrring on you
Paramedics breath over you
Machines gotta breath for you
Your faggot ass squad wouldn't bleed for you
Get flatlined I'm the wrong one
Short temper with a long gun
My blick longer that a W.I.C. line
Niggaz snitch when the law come
You better run when the boy come

[Peedi Crack]
RRRRIING!!
P crack'll test his aim on you
B mack just bang on you
Flesh just hang on you
And I don't know what u been told
But when my Mac unload
I'm guaranteed to turn a nigga cold
Got ten shots for the present and the top
Risin' off Porsche eleven about seven stops
Get back on this gat I throw it for my pop
I'm not lying don't get your ass flatline

[Hook]

"Tales Of A Hustler Pt.2"

[Beanie Sigel]
Court casin..
Third felony facin
No probation
My heart racin like a blunt lacin
Hennessy and malt liquor chasin
My gemstar scarrin niggaz faces
For a pound of trey eight and..
I throw bullets like Dallas Troy Aikman
The callous on my index stay achin
Niggaz stay hatin
Got me late night pacin
I'm tight boot lacin
Mask on like I'm Jason
Shoot up shit like Larry Davis
You play the pulpit like Pastor Mason
Turn cheek like Martin Luther
I'm like Oswald sharp-shootin
Got my eyes on my mark in the dark shootin
Beam illuminate the target movin
Get your organs ruined
Move out like SWAT move in
Got them niggaz on the back-block rootin
For the bad guy..
Playground legend like Sadait(?)
P. Kirkland...My MP state workin
Shootin-arm stay jerkin
My Nextel stay chripin
Can't answer cause the feds lurkin
Its like we catchin cancer on purpose
Back to back chain smoking, nicotine feinin
Conversation with demons when I'm dreamin
Manic-depressive
Like the man upstairs tryin to pass me a lesson
But I can't catch it
The game under break the pressure
They miss my presence

[Chorus 2X: Sparks]
We still not promised tomorrow
Takin the bitter with the sweet up in these cold ass streets
We got lifestyles through our scars
We ride hard til our numbers get called
The lifestyle of a hustler...

[Sparks]
I'm feelin like deaths in the air
Got me back to back buckin my squares
But I ain't bitchin I ain't scared
I ain't budgin, in fact the thrill alone turns me on
Got me smiling, laughin...Clutchin
My toast and confrontin mother fuckers
Cock-a-roaches will not catch me laughin
Skinny and slim fram y'all get it the same
Cool niggaz that'll spin out they waves
Grimey niggaz that'll spin to they graves
Justifyin my foul ways
I got kids to raise
But motherfuckers rather see me sprayed
Than to see me pair (fucker)
Or see me on the front page like Sig
Or stay rolled DC with B. Sig
You bitch niggaz stay PC when y'all see me
Until the day that they
Fit me in the grave and the city wreak of me
We got the city under siege
S-P or R-O-C
Poverty is a movie starrin me
Ride with no play the passenger seat
So y'all can see how my life so real
So y'all can see how my life so ill
(I came to chill..)

[Chorus]

[Oschino]
Tales of a hustler that's me in the flesh
Got a Jag and a Caddy sellin dimes of the step
Niggaz wanna take my block I had to earn my respect
So I put his cerebellum on his grandma's steps
You know Oschino he'll probly kill
Got the soul of Huey Newton nigga Bobby Seale
Nigga prolly take the stand he'll prolly squeal
But I got four lawyers I ain't takin the deal (Nigga)
We could strap without scrap or put the semi in it
Gun fully loaded like the Chrysler with the hemmy in it
I keep it ghetto like a 40 with the Henny in it
Went to school broke loafers on no pennies in it
Stood the coldest winter with the bummiest coat
Need food need shoes sold dummies of soap
Got tired of bein broke man life was a bitch
They bring you flowers when you dead but no soup while you sick
So I switched my whole picture get involved with the bricks
Not the ones made of semen but the ones who sniffs
Tales of hustler, niggaz come for your jugular
If you sell one bag to they mother fuckin customers
State P we got the city on smash
Got every boulevard every street every ave
Got sneakers got clothes nigga you do the math
Push to hustle but the point is just to stack that cash
Tales of a hustler....

"Look At Me Now"

[Bridge]
If you could look at me now

[Beanie Sigel]
[Verse 1]
My hair was knotty then
Nose- snotty then
sweats, no pockets then
sweatin', no problems then
facts? Off the potty then
News? Watchin karate then...
Muddas playin double dutch,
she was hop-scotchin' then
Me- Girl watchin' then
Crooked little eye. (eye)
hump-back, tryna hump that
yes I (I)
Couldn't play because I'm poo
They thought I was mockin them
Gramz-
Said I was devilish
Been knew I was rotten then
School-
Been dropped out,
neva really clockin' in
Popz-
Been dropped out,
Neva really stoppin' in...
Momz-
tryna lock me out
Cops-
Tryna lock me in
Damn, Devilish one with Pellet-guns,
Grew from,
Sling-shotin' them, (uh)
To sling-shootin' them
Dice all day,
Kept hook shot-
Nice all day
Right hook fight
Nice all day
Nigga left for a night
To keep money Right all day
Break a night all day

[bridge]
If you could look at me now [x2]

[Beanie Sigel (background)]
If you could look at me now
Let me smoke with you young'in

[Verse 2]
Yo I was pop-lockin' -Then
Card-board boxin -Then
Me-
I was up the center
3-D-
lockin' in
Strong-arm-
Robbin then
Started car-
Poppin' in
ME-
Skinny toots, Telly boots, Marley Park and El
Got in trouble with Passion
Was from parkin them-
Other Jacks, diffeferent sets
Started sparkin him-
I had the four-teen gauge,
My nigga Larken then
How it made front page,
-He caught a spark from them
He got gauged in his leg,
Still was walkin' then
8-toss, shook it off
Kept sparkin' them
All heads aint help,
-We had more heart then them
We squashed that war,
Got some wall,
-Stayed apart from them
Down in Iraq, they give me dap,
I'm takin' pounds from clowns,
You shake my hand like a grown man (grown man)
Ya aint see it like Tony and old man,
Mob-style ferreal,
This is my life-style ferreal.

[bridge]

[Beanie Sigel (background)]
If you could look at me now

[Verse 3]

...Now its big buisnesses,
You see them big bentley-skids
You see them Bee's on those shiny-ass
Rims of his,
You can't find him in the woods,
With his kids with his
Mob cookin breakfast with no S.W.A.T.
A good day this is.
You could bull-shit with rap if you want,
I pull the bull-shit to the back
And put rap in front.
Now I'm State-Prop flickin' it
State-Prop stitchin' it.
I'm paper soldier yall,
Your boy gettin' rich

I see a kids hair -knotty now..
They nose -snotty now
So what I do,
I try to turn they frown around
I make 'em smile a day
If only for a -while a day
I give them dollar-day
That's my ghetto -holliday
I must say for myself
I'm feelin proud today,
My life is shaped
Like I run about a mile a day
I dedicate this to the one's that
counted me out
And looked at me down
Just look at me now.

[speaking]
I know yall see me
Look at me now man
I'm killin this shit
Sheed, check your boy out man
Your boy got buisnesses man
I done came up on my own nigga
I'm a ceo nigga
Clothing line... cartoons, movies, name it nigga
Bullshit with rap if you want,
...I'm a big-boy-toy driver nigga
with unlaced airforce 1's with no license-
Holla at me nigga.
Yall can't tell me shit,
look at me now.

"It's On"
(feat. Jay-Z)

[Beanie Sigel]
Bare witness to the greatest, can't beat us, join us
Keep heaters on us, wit red lasers
Now fair warning, sure shots wont graze ya
We hug corners, play blocks like Gators
With bundles on us, serve tre's like waiters
It's the life we chose to hustle
Can't stop it, can't knock it
Half the profit get flown out Vegas
Me and my niggaz try an' break tables
Stack chips like Connect Four
While you prick's try and whip try and stretch more
Charge less for, that ain't the program
Get ya lessons from the snow man
Like Pillsbury I get the doe man
I'll off ya head for a slice of bread
I keep my word and I'm true to my peeps
Give me a bird and my crew gon' eat
I'm over the stove like (Cuban Links)
Breakin' down (Cash Money) like (Baby) do
You niggaz soft like baby food
'Round the world niggaz pay me dues
While you niggaz sing the same old song like Sadies do
Grown man nigga, baby who?
I'll send you shots from the baby zoo
Old game like Grady fool
Propane flow flame you dudes
No name's don't claim ya shoes

Once again its on nigga, Sigel hard like corn liqour
I'll take you out this world like you was born nigga
Butt naked covered in blood, gaspin' for air
Clingin' for dear life, nigga you dead right

[Jay-Z]
Since you was a baby coward
We been sprinklin' the world with baby powder
(So Fresh and So Clean)
Been an outcast since I was a teen
But I outlast cuz I outblast anybody you bring
Young, you got it the prophet I told ya'll niggaz
Then I showed ya'll niggaz, you (Can't Knock It)
Don't get carried away, you a mute nigga (mute nigga)
Where was you nigga? I was doin' this here like Mary J.
Like (Every Day), and was true nigga

[Beanie Sigel]
They can't question what we do Jigga.

[Jay-Z]
Once again it's on, Young run through you niggaz
Like a glitch in the computer nigga
I'm the shit, I'm a sewer nigga
This is Jay everyday, no days off, Ferris Bueler nigga

[Beanie Sigel]
B-Sig' Fred Kruger niggaz
Nightmare ?? nigga
You scared cuz I grew with Jigga
He said "Sig' you that nigga," couldn't see his vision
But then he drew the picture, like a compository sketch
Yeah Sig' stay honest I'll deposit you a check
There's a secret society, all we ask is trust
No G money shit all we gots is us
True indeed, yes, more better, yes
More cheddar, S.P. chain, jeans and sweaters
Movies, cartoons, labels, etcetera
Fill in the blanks and drop blocks like tetris or
Get off the block, run south with M. Betha
From my block to your block, shout out to M Extra
Who the fuck (fuck) want (want) what (what)
None of you niggaz is B-Sig' word I'm done with you niggaz

[Beanie Sigel]
Once again it's on, fuck it we ain't through wit niggaz
Twin towers here to ruin niggaz
You couldn't break up the towers with Tomjanovich
or Osama bombin' shit
We slay niggaz wit K's, we the drama men
Get it right young scrap don't even try it boy (boy)
You rather slide down the razor blade slidin' board
I'm a live wire, hoolahoop barb wire
Run through hell with gasoline draws on
You can't mute me put the pause on
My guns shoot like fast-foward's on
And dress cute when the war's off
What you doin' dawg, you playin' wit it
You make your bed right you layin' in it
You keep your ?share? tight you stayin' in it
You bringin' niggaz where your kids sleep
I sing to niggaz while the kids sleep
Rock-a-bye muthafucka.
I hope you high muthafucka.
Ready to die muthafucka.

Who shot ya? Seperate the weak from State Prop' the
Kids who squash beef and run them streets

[Jay-Z]
Once again it's on nigga, bring the drama to ya lawn nigga
Tell ya mama ? get ready to mourn sista, it's a
See what you got here's a full blown twister
You nothin' but hot air, it's not fair
The reason why we lead the pack, this is a marathon
You start off fast then you weezin' in the back
So even if I slack, I got enough lee-way
To put out The Reason by the Mac, Philadelphia Freeway
And I'm back, without leavin' I'm here, but you can't see him
I gave you the Blueprint but you can't be him
So no matter what you been told or the records you sold
Deep inside you know that it's only one Hove
Young Vito, voice of the young people
If my life is a movie then Sigel be the sequel
We bring it to your door with Bleek peekin' through your peek hole
And don't get scared nigga, alert ya people

[Beanie Sigel]
Once again it's on

"Wanted (On The Run)"
(feat. Cam'Ron)

[Running] [Breathing]

[Beanie Sigel]
Wanted, 100 miles and runnin'
Through the rain and the sunnin, when them feed folks comin
Keep your head up youngin', gotta keep ya heads up youngin'
The streets'll give your head up youngin'
Listen, flip your con 'tacs, stay focused like contacts
Your head's open for a contract
Can't go where mom at, the last place you wanna bring the dram at
The first place they gonna track I promise
Can't relax, but remain the calmest
Couple rules that your play by, stay by, stay live
You keep your boots on your laces tied
And only troop on the late night if you play right, you stay right, right
You never play the day light, jakes get on your tail
Never let them see the break lights
Catch me if you can when I'm dippin from the cops
Mr. Gingerbread never falling victim of the fox

[Chorus:] Wanted: Dead or Alive [2x]

[Beanie Sigel]
Wanted, but you can't stop runnin'
With a price on your head, be prepared to gunnin'
Don't be scared like the Red Coats comin' nigga
Stay underground and keep runnin' like Tugman
You can't sleep, not a peep, no slumber
Man I sleeped about a 100 hours rest this summer
No stress when your dealin' with the running
Waking up in cold sweats, pissed scared of the rumblin'
Fuck it, just prepare for the trouble
Don't be shit scared nigga with your head undercovers
This not a broad threat, I got something for 'em
On the steps with two tecs, this is not a warnin'
Nigga they close like camera flash
When the hammer blast, put on your State Prop camouflage
Crack the box or the avalanche, put on your Montana mask
Get to clappin' like it's Pakistan
What every strap, cause an accident
Make a traffic jam, dodge all the traps you can, keep runnin'

[Chorus:] Wanted: Dead or Alive [2x]

[Cam'Ron]
All you got to say is hide me, I ride free
I be, the one to change your birth, S.S., or ID (I got all that)
Ain't no more hangin' with the Y.G. State Prop
No Roc, private dock, incase you need an IV
No more Bent', that's Accord money, 420
Schemes can't afford money, money yous award money
Whether 90 or the first degree, any murder in the first degree
Well be the third degree, and they looking for the perjury
If you ain't merk the g, perfectly, you'll be in surgery
Take the seed out the nursery, nurse him at the precinct
Give 'em desert, that ain't where he deserve to be
And I went through this personally, certainly
3-2 for burglary, now it was referred to me
So they play us in no way, know way
Blaze up the roadways, A.C. and O.J
Read the paper, eggs and OJ
Call CD head of the O'Jays
That's a gipsy caps, risky all the chips we had
45 flee-flicker, we niggaz, hit the gas
When the operation go stale, ain't no jail
I did my whole album on bail (That's the truth )
I got you mac mittens, I send them a black ribbon
Attached to Mac spitten, I can't go back prison

[Chorus: Wanted: Dead or Alive (2x)]