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