Bread and Butter

Lyrics

[Intro: Johnny "Guitar Watson" sample] Darling... You know, you give a man a reason for living Not to mention... you take my paycheck Now, baby... but, I give it to you because I love you You know, because of the things that I feel so proud about The things that you do, you know... like... Running my car into the telephone post... But I still love you, baby – I didn't get mad, did I? Y-y-you 'member, you remember when... W-w-when I told you 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 Ohh, I need you... I just need you [Verse 1: Beanie Sigel] Uh! You know I was your bread, your butter And I ain't talkin' 'bout that 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 that I gave you Clothes wit' the labels, I brought you 'round Hov and the label Spring water, but holdin' your age cool And I ain't tryin to degrade you But you was a lost little girl in you're world – boo, I saved you Ya pop owe me a favor, I basically raised you From squadda 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 Rothstein? Go figure You take my dough, spend wit' the next nigga? You crazy, bitch?! [Chorus: Beanie Sigel, (Sadat X & Johnny "Guitar" Watson sample together)] And this was the one I trusted Who would ever think she would spread like mustard? Bitch, I was your ("bread and butter!") Uh-huh, you should'a tucked that ("bread and butter!") Ya know what?... This shit funny to me It ain't nothin' but money to me You lookin' hungry to me But I was your ("bread and butter!") Bitch should'a tucked that ("bread and butter!") ("Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm") [Verse 2: Beanie Sigel] You got the whole town laughin' at me, "silly he," "Silly ass Sige'", got me feelin' silly like Denise, like Oh, what could it be in you, I see? And this young P-Y-T She got me L-O-V-E T-K-O'd like Teddy P., whatever she say goes But I'm, ready to "Turn Off The Lights," close the door on my pretty young "mi amor" Now peep game wit 'em: need - I - more? Gimme dat "ei - ther, or" No, Beanie Mac don't play that crap wit these whores She want me missin' her (in my room) like the O'Jays homes But I'm on to my zone like O.J. Jones Bean-o Brown, "Cancel this bitch, I'll buy another one" It's my world, you lil' squirrel-tryna-get-a-nut bitch Give you what, bitch?! Lil' smut bitch Got your name ringin', spreadin' like mustard And I'm supposed to trust it after he touched it?! [Chorus 2: Sadat X, (Beanie Sigel), ("Sadat along with sample")] (I told that ass) "Slow Down" (like Puba) Now your days are gray like the 4 pound Rug'a ("That bread and butter!") See, I was your ("bread and butter!") Heyyy, baby – was getting big Now you getting thin, you don't care about your wig 'Cause I was your ("bread and butter!") Should'a tucked that ("bread and butter!") ("Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm") [Bridge: Johnny "Guitar" Watson sample] "I'm so proud of you, a-yeah!" "Uh-huh... a-haha" "I gotta say it loud, yes I do – a-yeah!" ("Yeah... yeah...") "When ya do" ("do...") "what ya do" ("do...") "How do ya do what ya do? Ohhh... Shame on you... I need you! Oh-ho-ho" "I--" "Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm" [Verse 3: Grand Puba, Johnny "Guitar" Watson sample] Yeah... now you know I was your bread and butter You had a shot to be my baby mother Ain't no "Sorry," I ain't Ruben Studdard "I can't apologize, it's multi-platinum time!" Takin' all my shit and sendin' you back to your moms cryin' So don't cry, baby – dry ya eyes You tried to get all greasy like you Super-Sized fries So, pack ya shit, leave the whip It's been nice, but listen, ma – I gotta defrost ya ice That's right [Chorus 2: Sadat X, (Beanie Sigel), ("Sadat along with sample")] (I told that ass) "Slow Down" (like Puba) Now your days are gray like the 4 pound Rug'a ("That bread and butter!") Ya see, I was your ("bread and butter!") Heyyy, baby – ya hips was getting big Now you getting thin, you don't care about your wig 'Cause I was your ("bread and butter!") Should'a tucked that ("bread and butter!") ("Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm") [Outro: Johnny "Guitar" Watson samples, chopped] "Ohhh... Yeah... Ohh... "Walk that pretty walk" "Walk that pretty walk" "Spread" "Whoa-ohh" "Spread" "Whoa-ohh" "Walk that pretty walk" "Walk that pretty walk" "Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm"