My Daily Bread

By PSD

On Game Costs

Released on September 16, 1997

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[Intro]

615, Crestside, California

January 8th, 1997

Lord give a nigga this date

The daily bread, something happen

I ain't in no shoes to hurt nobody or get hurt, you know

With a muthafuckin loot on, now stay with me

It's on him

Do it, do it till you like it, nigga

Roll it like this, you know

When I'm at this


[Verse 1]

Early mornin' I hit the block, poppin' rocks

Connectin' this game with money, mayne

Dot for dot, it don't stop, it won't stop

As long as I got my AP.9 with a 50 round clip

Pin five so it go wild when it spits

Reminiscence when I struggle and starve

Nothin' decent, I fuck him with a jive

The tact was already so crooked, got my nuts in his hand

But I'm holdin' devils for ransom for my skully and grand

Till my man threw some zips to me

And a semi automatic deuce deuce and introducеd the script to me

Find that Peruvian crеam, hold the tray beams

Eight G's, my operation gracious, paper maker, ugh

The track got crowded, I got on the fly

With a pocket, with the cost of livin', yet the flame in my pockets

I'm eatin' more mail than the rest of them niggas

Say a lick'll make me sicker, bitch, it's a stick up


[Chorus]

I need that bread, mayne

I need that bread daily

I need that bread, mayne

I need that bread daily

I need that bread, mayne

I need that bread daily

I need that bread, mayne

I need that bread daily

My daily bread, mayne

I need that bread, mayne

I need that bread daily

I need that bread, mayne

I need that bread daily

I need that bread, mayne

I need that bread daily

I need that bread, mayne

My daily bread, mayne


[Verse 2]

I made my deuce deuce gift, came a newbie with a chop suey

Mini-Mac murder, fuck a nigga, short up, word up

Who the fool?

That playa hata, through the window out my old school

Pistol whipped, shipped him and made the tender nigga nose through

Cruel as usual, came influential, came in the rental

My mannish rental, got missiles as if I was Richie Richard

Niggas is bitches, no trippin', my Chevy tail still fishin'

Now 50 years old, poppin' all out at the rollers

From Vallejo to New Orleans, got wholes, apples, and quarters

Bitches posted with doja, the exact pattern be phony

Y'all bitches schemin' on scammers, bitches, let's drip when we party

Triple settin' forever, my crew be thangin' them hustlas

With residue as my prose, started makin' records

I let my hustle spread

Ride the game out the bubble bread

Seven figure digital grill

Another trick, I never spit, bitch, get with the real

On that grind till I'm decomposed

Playa Stevie D freakin' flows

For the dough, I get on all fours and pray to the heaven

So a blessing is truth, don't lie, do or die


[Chorus]

I need that bread, mayne

I need that bread daily

I need that bread, mayne

I need that bread daily

I need that bread, mayne

I need that bread daily

I need that bread, mayne

My daily bread, mayne

I need that bread, mayne

I need that bread daily

I need that bread, mayne

I need that bread daily

I need that bread, mayne

I need that bread daily

I need that bread, mayne

My daily bread, mayne


[Verse 3]

I'm butterfly as a muthafucka, blossomed out my caterpillar

We're lootin', secludin', rulin' bitches tryna have a nigga

Am I to give a fuck? Please

Constantly up trees, hatas a sucka

Throwin' up my cuddies and ruckus

Me and Lee gon' ride in a

Slide on them niggas on the other side

Hold the .45s, causin' nose dives

Heads first in church, heads burst, it gets worse

Mommy in the limo 'Lac, you up in the black hearse

Frozen, I thought you'd know when I'm chosen

Playa all day, the same, survival tactics, I'm at this

Look, I practice teamwork, this trick is full of deeds

Thuggin', Lord forgive a nigga, I'm thriller for scrilla

Tommy Hilfiger, everythang, redbones, painted Range

My grill and gold trips, the bill on gold ribs

I'm tryna stack it, but the stack ain't fly

Cause in the Town playa hata season all time high

So I wear some and spend some

Hit the third bend then continue to grin

Same 50, I continue to bend

Every corner with the front end, loose to the left

Bread for dead, separated by death, my I needs my straps


[Interlude]

Pillsbury dough, all down my throat

You know, it's poppin' now

So much yeast in my ass, I can't go ride


[Chorus]

I need that bread, mayne

I need that bread daily

I need that bread, mayne

I need that bread daily

I need that bread, mayne

I need that bread daily

I need that bread, mayne

My daily bread, mayne

I need that bread, mayne

I need that bread daily

I need that bread, mayne

I need that bread daily

I need that bread, mayne

I need that bread daily

I need that bread, mayne

My daily bread, mayne


[Outro]

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Have it, nigga

Have your bread, man

Give me this daily, daily bread

Right now

Play somethin' for me