4 Shadows (Live)

Lyrics

[Intro] Yea, grindin on the microphone Squares are sleeping kings on thrones You betta break bread nigga Shit, niggas think everythings alright cuz Jay-Z got a hoop team huh? And you can buy a Vegas set on a LA backlot? Please man, look around Niggas still need it Strugglin', strivin', strugglin', strivin' Strugglin', strivin', strugglin', strivin' Strugglin', strivin', strugglin', strivin' Betta break bread niggas [Verse 1: Palaceer Lazaro] Due to the fall and collapse of the fly by these so called "ballers" who rap I twist my bass till it stack don't stall so its not to fall through the trap To be an MC is a pact, not an act / and in fact its an honor React to / my styles they'll charm you They whack, so dance cuz this way bomber than that I cruise one arm out the 'lac the alarms on my lap Ain't no turning back to / the way things was I adapt to / pimp styles thats new whеn I'm getting at you And every nigga fact is a actual / rеcognize the cash rule so it's only natural Since you getting it They gonna come and tap you / they gonna have the gats too When they coming at you [Chorus] To break bread nigga, bread nigga, bread nigga, bread Bread nigga, bread nigga, bread nigga, bread Bread nigga, bread nigga, bread nigga, bread Bread nigga [Verse 2: Silk] Yes, you got it dude, some say I'm rude Great for food no change in the attitude Peep your passion I ain't never been mad at you Actually, I'm far beyond gratitude To ya'll cats that are way back that's on you Hit the hood man gats on you For my real my nigga it be easier to break bread It's a shame the lames are tossed up Got the game crossed up Real bosses boss up Create the domino effect if you're smart Noah mission would've been pointless with no animal on the arc So you need ya folks, at least a little bit You would've been nothing, without the little shit You a soldier but ya'll ain't real yet Come on man, right It just be easier my nigga to break bread My best advice, it ain't gotta be ya last but you can sacrifice You don't know where it came from what kinda ruin are you? Little cornball dumb-dumb Hit ya with the 40 cal. til ya body numb No problem have my goons rob 'em Shoulda gave back broke bread with the cats and the dogs on the block Now what nigga? Ok