| On my way to get Wonderbread
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| I swear I just want the bread
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| Mommy gave me a book of food stamps
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| Said «Go get some bread and a pop and come back»
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| Walk out the door, first thing I see
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| A dope fiend standing there looking at me
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| Standing right there, in front of the porch
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| With a pipe in his hand, in the other, a torch
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| I kept on moving, ain’t worried 'bout that
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| 'Bout a block later heard rat-tat-tat-tat
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| Next, some niggas from over there shooting
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| Dog I ain’t blinked just kept it a-moving
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| Block later up, what do I find?
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| A junkie ho, at left and right, crime
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| Flagging up cars, getting her bread
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| And that’s what I seen on the way to get bread
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| On my way to get Wonderbread
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| I swear I just want the bread
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| On my way to get Wonderbread
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| I swear I just want the bread
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| On the way to get Wonderbread
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| I swear I just want the bread
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| On my way to get Wonderbread
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| I swear I just want the bread
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| Mommy gave me a book of food stamps
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| Said «Go get some bread and a pop and come back»
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| Get to the store, first thing I see
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| Arab dude just staring at me
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| Looking at me like I’m 'bout to steal
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| But really though dawg, you need to go chill
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| Grabbed what I needed, left out the do'
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| Two little boys in front of the sto'
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| Fiends running up, running through alleys
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| I kept on moving, nobody looked at me
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| Course some niggas stomped on my head
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| All because they wanted the bread
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| On my way to get Wonderbread
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| I swear I just want the bread
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| On my way to get Wonderbread
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| I swear I just want the bread
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| On the way to get Wonderbread
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| I swear I just want the bread
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| I swear I just want the bread |