30 birdz, 30 all I want is 30 birdz I'm never catchin cases, I'm clockin 3rd I got 36 ounces, thousand grams of anything 500 is life so damn I'm goin for broke, I ain't no joke I flip flop niggaz want static, automaticly the clip born into this with no escape from playa hates down to papes, goin pyscho like Norman Bates amphetmenes, the dope fiends, I greens damn tryin to stick for my cream my turned upside down, don't fuck around bustin bullets for stacks, so dead bodies is on a mission for money, seems funny to me, try to take my birdz and set em free, now how can this be I he caught a federal case, caught with dope in his crib than scarface, talkin to federalies Detroit to Cali, tryin to catch me slippin like silly Sally, I his body in the alley, and shot em a close range nigga wasn't loyal to the so i poped his ass
x2 30 birdz,30 birdz got no loyalty, 30 birdz away from me, them dirty birdz
I got away as clean as a whistle, 187 on my pistol visions of my burial, got make another 20 birdz to go life ain't but money, so I make snow it get slow, i get paranoid jail and hell is 2 thingz that i avoied mama saw certain shit I couldn't see its hard for me to see of v.s.o.p. a deal is deal, plus I'm tryin to make a bad a nigga had to kill, just to stay real it out samll time, big time, and no time crime is my life and my is crime I'm sick of seeing fiends and burned down blocks hearin screams and 17 shots from hot back in the days I used to roll to crack spots now i watch niggaz cry right before die be snitchin, you cookin keys in your kitchen buried a half a mill, in my steel trought all the excitment, indietment now I'm on the run, with 10 and a gun and if I get caught they only know my name I tellin no shit, cause I be loyal to this game
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I went to ten states, dropped of ten birdz 1996, january, the 3rd, I was in a motel with a trick thinkin bout goin out Maserati Rick our the Chambers family, Y.B.I 200 key stole like redbird and I, from all the shit I did up as a kid now they got my ass facing a bid, I'm on the run from the law runnin out of time, out my mind, from my life of crime seems I must a been slippin, catch the setup bullets through the window and my bitch got wet up seems I had to get my pay like Holloway down at the broadway from the AK as my heart beating all I was hoping was not to die with my eyes open
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