[{"id":12000997,"name":"Bread And Butter (feat. Grand Puba & Sadat X)","trackName":"Bread And Butter (feat. Grand Puba & Sadat X)","artistName":"Beanie Sigel","albumName":"The B.Coming","duration":340.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Some guy talking)\nDarling\nYa know, you give a man a reason for living\nNot to mention, you take my picture\nNow baby, but I give it to you because I love you\nYa know cuz the things that I feel so proud about\nThe things that you do\nYa know, like runnin' my car into telephone poles\nPlus (?) I didn't get mad did I?\nY-Y-y'member, 'member when\nW-W-When I tried to take my clothes to the cleaners\nand on the way out\nMy very best pinstripe caught a nail\nI didn't get mad\nI was proud because you thought, enough of your man\nTo be in such a hurry\nIt made me feel grand, yes it did\nUuh I need you, I just need you\n\nUh\nYou know I was you're bread you're butter\nAnd I ain't talkin bout dat bread I fucked up on you\nCause in my head man I swore I lucked up\nWasn't countin all the butter I spreaded on you\nSo true now, why would I play you bitch I made you\nI'm not talkin bout the things dat I gave you\nClothes wit the labels, I brought you round Hov and da label\nSpring water while holdin you're age koo\nNaw I ain't tryin to degrade you\nBut you was a lost little girl n you're world boo I saved you\nYa pop owe me a favor, I basically raised you\nFrom squada to Bentley-whippin\nAin't have to watch Cribs to see how I was livin\nMe, so blinded ain't see the Robin Givens in you\nHuh, shoulda seen the Ginger in you\nTried to off Beans like raw steam? Go figure\nYouu take my dough, spend wit the next nigga you crazy bitch?\n\nAnd dis was the one I trusted\nWho would ever think she would spread like mustard\nBitch I was your bread and butter\nYou shoulda tucked dat bread and butter\nYa know what?... Dis shit funny to me\nIt ain't nuttin but money to me\nYou lookin hungry to me\nBut I was your bread and butter\nBitch shoulda tucked dat bread and butter\nMm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm\n\nYou got the whole town laughin at me, silly he\nSilly to see got me feelin silly like Denise like\nOh what could it be in you, I see\nN dis young P-Y-T\nShe got me L-O-V, E-T-K-O'd\nUh, like Teddy P. whatever she say goes\nBut I'm, ready to +Turn Off The Lights+\nClose the door, on my pretty young need I more\nNow peep game wit 'em, need, I, more\nGimme dat, E thy or\nNo Beanie Mac don't play dat crap wit these whores\nShe want me missin her (in my room) like the OJ's homes\nBut I'm on to my zone like O.J. Jones\nBeano brown, cancel dis bitch, I'll buy another one\nIt's my world you lil squirrel tryna get a nut bitch\nDo you- what bitch? Lil smut bitch\nGot you're name ringin, spreadin like mustard\nAnd I'm supposed to trust it after he touched it?\n\nI told dat ass +slow down+ like Puba\nNow you're days are gray like the 4 pound Ruga\nBread and Butter, see I was you're bread and butter\nF'laaay baby ya hips is gettin big\nNow you gettin thin you don't care about you're whip\nCuz I was you're bread and butter\nShoulda tucked dat bread and butter\nMm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm\n\n(Bridge being sung)\nSo proud, of you. a'ye-ah\nI gotta say it loud, yes I do, a'yeah (yeah yeah)\nWhen you do (do) What you do (do)\nHow do you know, What you know\nAw, shame on you\nI need you (oh oh)\nMm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm\n\n3 - Grand Puba]\nYeah\nNow you know I was you're bread and butter\nYou had a shot to be my baby mother\nAin't no sorry I ain't Rueben Studdard\nI can't apologize, it's multi-platnimum time\nTakin all my shit and sendin you back to you're moms cryin\nSo don't cry baby dry, ya eyes\nYou tried to get all greasy like you super-size fries\nSo, pack ya shit\nLeave the whip\nIt's been nice but listen ma I gotta defrost ya ice\nDats rite\n\n(Bread and Butter 4x)\n\n*Mm Mm said repeatedly til fade to end*","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.55] Darling, you know, you give a man a reason for living\n[00:09.10] Not to mention, you take my picture\n[00:12.94] Now baby, but I give it to you because I love you\n[00:16.22] You know 'cause of the things that I feel so proud about\n[00:19.57] The things that you do\n[00:21.31] You know, like runnin' my car into the telephone poles\n[00:25.73] Plus, to that peep, I didn't get mad, did I?\n[00:28.22] Y-Y-You 'member, 'member when-\n[00:30.83] W-W-When I tried to take my clothes to the cleaners and on the way out\n[00:34.01] My very best pinstripe caught a nail\n[00:37.34] I didn't get mad\n[00:39.48] I was proud because you thought, enough of your man\n[00:42.80] To be in such a hurry\n[00:45.18] It made me feel grand, yes it did\n[00:49.58] Uh, I need you, I just need you\n[00:52.35] Uh, you know I was your bread, your butter\n[00:55.04] And I ain't talkin' 'bout that bread I fucked up on you\n[00:58.69] 'Cause in my head, man, I swore I locked up\n[01:00.84] Wasn't countin' all the butter I spreaded on you\n[01:03.71] So true now, why would I play you? Bitch, I made you\n[01:07.19] I'm not talkin' 'bout the things that I gave you\n[01:10.05] Clothes with the labels, I brought you 'round Hov and the label\n[01:13.53] Spring water, while holdin' your age koo\n[01:15.72] Now I ain't tryin' to degrade you\n[01:17.64] But you was a lost little girl and your world, boo I saved you\n[01:20.99] Your pop' owe me a favor, I basically raised you\n[01:24.14] From Squada to Bentley-whippin'\n[01:26.58] Ain't have to watch Cribs to see how I was livin'\n[01:29.44] Me, so blinded ain't see the Robin Givens in you\n[01:32.84] Huh, shoulda seen the ginger in you\n[01:35.19] Tried to off beans, like raw steam? Go figure\n[01:38.09] You take my dough, spend with the next nigga, you crazy bitch?\n[01:43.55] Off you go\n[01:44.64] And this was the one I trusted\n[01:46.81] Who would ever think she would spread like mustard\n[01:49.23] Bitch, I was your (bread and butter) (uh-huh)\n[01:52.06] You shoulda tucked that (bread and butter)\n[01:54.85] You know what? This shit funny to me (uh-huh)\n[01:57.75] It ain't nothin' but money to me\n[01:59.90] You lookin' hungry to me\n[02:01.06] But I was your bread and butter\n[02:03.00] Bitch, you shoulda tucked that (bread and butter)\n[02:06.39] Mm (mm), mm (mm), mm (mm), mm (mm)\n[02:09.26] You got the whole town laughin' at me, silly he\n[02:12.08] Silly to see got me feelin' silly, like Denise like-\n[02:15.78] Oh, what could it be in you? I see, and this young P-Y-T\n[02:20.42] She got me L-O-V, E-T-K-O\n[02:23.23] Uh, like Teddy P. whatever she says, goes\n[02:26.37] But I'm, ready to, \"Turn Off The Lights\"\n[02:28.97] Close the door, on my pretty young need I more\n[02:31.84] Now peep game with 'em, need, I, more, gimme that, E-thy\n[02:37.36] Or no Beanie Mac, don't play that crap with these whores\n[02:40.41] She want me missin' her (in my room) like the OJ's homes\n[02:43.26] But I'm on to my zone like O.J. Jones\n[02:46.18] Beano brown, cancel this bitch, I'll buy another one\n[02:49.16] Uh, it's my world you lil' squirrel tryna get a nut bitch\n[02:52.65] Do you-, what bitch? Lil' smut, bitch\n[02:55.63] Got your name ringin', spreadin' like mustard\n[02:57.94] And I'm supposed to trust it after he touched it?\n[03:00.60] I told that ass, \"Slow down\", like Puba\n[03:03.68] Now your days are gray like the four pound Ruga\n[03:06.74] Bread and butter, see I was your bread and butter (uh)\n[03:11.99] F'lay, baby, your hips is gettin' big (uh-huh)\n[03:14.93] Now you gettin' thin, you don't care about your whip\n[03:17.98] 'Cause I was your bread and butter\n[03:20.51] Shoulda tucked that bread and butter\n[03:23.46] Mm (mm), mm (mm), mm (mm), mm (mm)\n[03:26.05] So proud, of you ayy-yeah (ha-ha)\n[03:31.16] I gotta say it loud, yes I do, ah-yeah (yeah, yeah)\n[03:37.32] When you do (do) what you do (do)\n[03:39.95] How do you do, what you do?\n[03:42.73] Aw, shame on you\n[03:46.22] I need you (oh, oh)\n[03:49.14] Mm (mm), mm (mm), mm (mm), mm (mm)\n[03:50.90] Yeah\n[03:51.60] Now you know I was your bread and butter (uh-huh)\n[03:53.71] You had a shot to be my baby mother (uh-huh)\n[03:55.92] Ain't no sorry, I ain't Reuben Stoddard (uh-huh)\n[03:58.03] I can't apologize, it's multi-platinum time\n[04:00.69] Takin' all my shit and sendin' you back to your moma cryin' (yeah)\n[04:03.78] So don't cry baby dry, your eyes (yeah)\n[04:06.27] You tried to get all greasy like you super-size fries\n[04:08.85] So, pack your shit (uh-huh)\n[04:10.50] Leave the whip (yeah)\n[04:11.53] It's been nice, but listen, ma, I gotta defrost your ice\n[04:14.34] That's right\n[04:17.66] I told that ass, \"Slow down\" like Puba\n[04:20.69] Now your days are gray like the four pound Ruga\n[04:23.88] Bread and butter, see I was your bread and butter (uh)\n[04:28.80] F'lay, baby, your hips is gettin' big (uh-huh)\n[04:31.49] Now you gettin' thin, you don't care about your whip\n[04:34.46] 'Cause I was your bread and butter\n[04:37.34] Shoulda tucked that bread and butter\n[04:40.29] Mm (mm), mm (mm), mm (mm), mm (mm)\n[04:44.19] Now! Yeah, now\n[04:49.03] Just like bread and butter\n[04:51.60] Just like bread and butter\n[04:54.57] Say it now (now)\n[04:57.29] Tell it now (now)\n[04:59.97] Just like bread and butter\n[05:02.89] Just like bread and butter\n[05:05.84] Mm (mm), mm (mm), mm (mm), mm (mm)\n[05:09.51] Mm, mm, mm, (enemies)\n[05:15.11] Mm, mm, mm, (enemies)\n[05:21.09] Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm\n[05:35.01] Mm, mm, mm, (enemies)\n[05:41.32] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bread And Butter (feat. 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Yeah, now\n  start_ms: 284190\n  end_ms: 289030\n- text: Just like bread and butter\n  start_ms: 289030\n  end_ms: 291600\n- text: Just like bread and butter\n  start_ms: 291600\n  end_ms: 294570\n- text: Say it now (now)\n  start_ms: 294570\n  end_ms: 297290\n- text: Tell it now (now)\n  start_ms: 297290\n  end_ms: 299970\n- text: Just like bread and butter\n  start_ms: 299970\n  end_ms: 302890\n- text: Just like bread and butter\n  start_ms: 302890\n  end_ms: 305840\n- text: Mm (mm), mm (mm), mm (mm), mm (mm)\n  start_ms: 305840\n  end_ms: 309510\n- text: Mm, mm, mm, (enemies)\n  start_ms: 309510\n  end_ms: 315110\n- text: Mm, mm, mm, (enemies)\n  start_ms: 315110\n  end_ms: 321090\n- text: Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm\n  start_ms: 321090\n  end_ms: 335010\n- text: Mm, mm, mm, (enemies)\n  start_ms: 335010\n  end_ms: 341320\nplain: |-\n  (Some guy talking)\n  Darling\n  Ya know, you give a man a reason for living\n  Not to mention, you take my picture\n  Now baby, but I give it to you because I love you\n  Ya know cuz the things that I feel so proud about\n  The things that you do\n  Ya know, like runnin' my car into telephone poles\n  Plus (?) I didn't get mad did I?\n  Y-Y-y'member, 'member when\n  W-W-When I tried to take my clothes to the cleaners\n  and on the way out\n  My very best pinstripe caught a nail\n  I didn't get mad\n  I was proud because you thought, enough of your man\n  To be in such a hurry\n  It made me feel grand, yes it did\n  Uuh I need you, I just need you\n\n  Uh\n  You know I was you're bread you're butter\n  And I ain't talkin bout dat bread I fucked up on you\n  Cause in my head man I swore I lucked up\n  Wasn't countin all the butter I spreaded on you\n  So true now, why would I play you bitch I made you\n  I'm not talkin bout the things dat I gave you\n  Clothes wit the labels, I brought you round Hov and da label\n  Spring water while holdin you're age koo\n  Naw I ain't tryin to degrade you\n  But you was a lost little girl n you're world boo I saved you\n  Ya pop owe me a favor, I basically raised you\n  From squada to Bentley-whippin\n  Ain't have to watch Cribs to see how I was livin\n  Me, so blinded ain't see the Robin Givens in you\n  Huh, shoulda seen the Ginger in you\n  Tried to off Beans like raw steam? Go figure\n  Youu take my dough, spend wit the next nigga you crazy bitch?\n\n  And dis was the one I trusted\n  Who would ever think she would spread like mustard\n  Bitch I was your bread and butter\n  You shoulda tucked dat bread and butter\n  Ya know what?... Dis shit funny to me\n  It ain't nuttin but money to me\n  You lookin hungry to me\n  But I was your bread and butter\n  Bitch shoulda tucked dat bread and butter\n  Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm\n\n  You got the whole town laughin at me, silly he\n  Silly to see got me feelin silly like Denise like\n  Oh what could it be in you, I see\n  N dis young P-Y-T\n  She got me L-O-V, E-T-K-O'd\n  Uh, like Teddy P. whatever she say goes\n  But I'm, ready to +Turn Off The Lights+\n  Close the door, on my pretty young need I more\n  Now peep game wit 'em, need, I, more\n  Gimme dat, E thy or\n  No Beanie Mac don't play dat crap wit these whores\n  She want me missin her (in my room) like the OJ's homes\n  But I'm on to my zone like O.J. Jones\n  Beano brown, cancel dis bitch, I'll buy another one\n  It's my world you lil squirrel tryna get a nut bitch\n  Do you- what bitch? Lil smut bitch\n  Got you're name ringin, spreadin like mustard\n  And I'm supposed to trust it after he touched it?\n\n  I told dat ass +slow down+ like Puba\n  Now you're days are gray like the 4 pound Ruga\n  Bread and Butter, see I was you're bread and butter\n  F'laaay baby ya hips is gettin big\n  Now you gettin thin you don't care about you're whip\n  Cuz I was you're bread and butter\n  Shoulda tucked dat bread and butter\n  Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm\n\n  (Bridge being sung)\n  So proud, of you. a'ye-ah\n  I gotta say it loud, yes I do, a'yeah (yeah yeah)\n  When you do (do) What you do (do)\n  How do you know, What you know\n  Aw, shame on you\n  I need you (oh oh)\n  Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm\n\n  3 - Grand Puba]\n  Yeah\n  Now you know I was you're bread and butter\n  You had a shot to be my baby mother\n  Ain't no sorry I ain't Rueben Studdard\n  I can't apologize, it's multi-platnimum time\n  Takin all my shit and sendin you back to you're moms cryin\n  So don't cry baby dry, ya eyes\n  You tried to get all greasy like you super-size fries\n  So, pack ya shit\n  Leave the whip\n  It's been nice but listen ma I gotta defrost ya ice\n  Dats rite\n\n  (Bread and Butter 4x)\n\n  *Mm Mm said repeatedly til fade to end*\n"}]