Be About Some Bread

[Chorus: Bun B & Talib Kweli]

Get yo ass up out the game if you don't know how to play it

If you try to keep it trill you gotta do more than say it

N**** be about some bread (bout some muthafuckin bread)

And get the fuck up out ya head

You heard what the fuck I said

Get yo ass up out the hood if you don't know how to roll

If you tryna get some paper keep yo hand on your pole

N**** be about some bread (bout some muthafuckin bread)

And get the fuck up out ya head

You heard what the fuck I said

[Verse 1: Bun B]

I never been nothin' but trill and I'll never be

Makin sure you fuck n****s never a step ahead of me

Got the pedigree plus the paper, power, and posture

Attached with some made n****s like I'm Sinatra

You want the life I live but can't afford it

Even want to rap like me, but can't record it

Your views distorted, boy you must not see

You can be anybody in this world, just not me

Triple OG status and its not to be questioned

N****s barely off the porch so we not even stressin'

You come out yo face to me and you gon' learn you a lesson

And I'mma be the one to teach it n**** class is in session

Everywhere you try to go I done already seen it

From the era where if you said you bout it you better mean it

And if you know you ain't down for the smoke, then why try it?

In these streets you gotta live by the code or die by it

[Chorus: Bun B & Talib Kweli]

Get yo ass up out the game if you don't know how to play it

If you try to keep it trill you gotta do more than say it

N**** be about some bread (bout some muthafuckin bread)

And get the fuck up out ya head

You heard what the fuck I said

Get yo ass up out the hood if you don't know how to roll

If you tryna get some paper keep yo hand on your pole

N**** be about some bread (bout some muthafuckin bread)

And get the fuck up out ya head

You heard what the fuck I said

[Verse 2: Talib Kweli]

Once upon a time a lame came to me and claimed he was an OG

His crab ass tried to say he was a bad ass like Joey

Never studied the lessons but claimed he was G-O-D

I know it sounds ridiculous, I'm just repeatin' what he told me

Son, you know me, maybe its a product of my pride

But I find it difficult to let disrespectful shit slide

So I told him, if you ain't doin shit for your community

You can pull them lames by callin' yourself an OG, but you ain't foolin' me (nah)

Thats a gem I got from Bun, my brotha truest rapper

Swearin' that they shooters from the safe space at they home computers

I seen Bun in the street makin' dope maneuvers

Couplea weeks later he had to shoot a home intruder

Through the trials and the tribulations

An OG always keep his hand in sticky situations

No matter what he facin' (no matter what)

You know how the story goes, shout out to Cory Mo

My lyrics is my visual, the story Bun, lets get this dough

[Chorus: Bun B & Talib Kweli]

Get yo ass up out the game if you don't know how to play it

If you try to keep it trill you gotta do more than say it

N**** be about some bread (bout some muthafuckin bread)

And get the fuck up out ya head

You heard what the fuck I said

Get yo ass up out the hood if you don't know how to roll

If you tryna get some paper keep yo hand on your pole

N**** be about some bread (bout some muthafuckin bread)

And get the fuck up out ya head

You heard what the fuck I said

If you try to keep it trill you gotta do more than say it

If you try to keep it trill you gotta do more than say it