| Money, got to get it, always necessary
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| If I don’t get it from rapping, it’ll be from trafficking
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| Bird after bird…
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| Thank God for amphetamines, but what I really mean is what has dope done for me?
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| Oh, it got the mansion and the six double zero
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| ? |
| on the table getting rocked up
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| The other eight, I keep 'em softened in the freezer locked up
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| Money and the power, money and the power
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| At the yay spot moving half a brick an hour
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| All dime rocks in Detroit grind blocks
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| Look out for the cops and the neighborhood watch
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| Rolex, diamond infested on some neck shit
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| Arm & Hammer, baking soda Pyrex shit
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| Cocaine business controls America
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| They moving chickens in everybody area
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| And Colonel Sanders been dead for years
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| Crows been flocking on the wire since I was a little kid
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| Young boys come home old men from doing bids
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| Reflecting on the pain 36 rolls did
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| Even a possibility of life without parole
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| Won’t stop the murder toll or the birds you sold
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| Cause it’s…
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| Bird after bird…
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| Birds flock in spirituals and pray for me miracles
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| If anything I never thought I’d turn into a criminal
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| So here I go once again, smelling dope and sin
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| Ballers commit suicide as soon as they begin
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| Misled, another dealer dead
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| Shot in his head, took his bread, his blood was red
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| Looked like spaghetti and meatballs, brains on the walls
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| Money is the root to all evil pain that it cause
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| American Eagles on the look out for boys and illegals
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| Especially Africans, 'cause they be known for drug traffickin'
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| Pushing weight on every available interstate
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| Scarface sniffing right off the dinner plate
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| Arabian flake with more crystals and Folgers
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| Jumping out of planes with no parachutes, I told ya
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| You heard me? |
| Watch the birdie
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| Scant-less in Detroit, they’ll do you dirty
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| For surely, you want to get the cheese, be there early
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| Slanging O boy or the girlie
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| Bird after bird…
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| I know you heard…
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| Word after word…
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| So now it’s bird after bird…
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| Word after word…
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| I know you heard…
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| Look girl I’m not gonna sing 'cause I just don’t do that
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| «If you sing that song for me, I’ll give you some punani»
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| Okay, maybe this one time, come on |