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