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Beans On Toast

a pint without a cigarette is like bread withiout butter but butter gives you heart attacks so you might aswell no bother i wont smoke in the library or even on

phone tapped, the feds on my tail Got me paying luxury taxes on everythin' I build True to the ghetto that?s my life You see that house on the lake it

sunshine When I'm in the crowd I don't see anything I fall into a trance at the supermarket The noise flows me along as I catch falling cans Of baked beans on toast

to the beat I don't play I'm on the up and up so for real Rapping that rap realer way real Working that suckers everyday striving to be hard Stacked with bean

uestlove and Malik We go back to dollar holdings and Tahitian Treat Or like toast in the oven with government cheese bubblin Me and Dante like Marvin, The Troublemen travellin Give me the mic, we on

cake in it) crooklyn keeps on takin it (queens cats been making it) [Tek] i do this for my soldiers in the streets who stand toast to toast with the

's gonna cost you more if I gotta get 'em to Florida Rucker game attender with the Bent parked On the sidewalk with temp plates on the fender I ain't

's on the kitchen stove But, red beans and rice, red beans and rice, red beans and rice I could eat a plate twice Red beans and rice, red beans and rice, red beans

nigga need to launch that Now tell me what the problem be, is that I'm scorching dem To flood these streets, hot not partially, cock back the toast Put