| To all my hustler niggas
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| To all the muthafuckas out there that’s rollin
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| You know what I’m talkin bout?
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| Fuckin with the birds…
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| Check this out
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| Bring me back a soda and I don’t mean a Sprite
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| I need the armor hammer so my shit’ll bounce right
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| I was cookin dope, bringin back full moons
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| Fuck till November, I be gone till June
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| Summer ain’t shit if you ain’t got the coke
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| Flipped a drop-top with the all-gold spokes
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| Oakland gettin money, nigga, fuck what you heard
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| Out of town niggas livin half a bird
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| What you fuckin with?
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| Tell em what you fuckin with
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| I’m pushin birds…
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| Seen my nigga in a Benz and he spin in a ditch
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| He be movin things for like 13.6
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| Try to tell his nigga how he hatin the game
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| Let’s get them driver numbers, 18 a thing
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| Wanna-be niggas can’t tell him shit
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| Two weeks pass, heard that nigga got hit
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| Found him in the hills with a dick in his mouth
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| Stupid muthafucka, game turned him out
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| Smoked
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| The nigga got smoked
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| Violated fuckin with them birds…
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| Niggas round the world screamin they want some
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| Used to get my shit from a straight Columb'
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| Cracker fucked around and locked the connect down
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| Now only Mex hold weight in the Town
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| Dippin in the thangs feelin cash for dubs
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| Now that’s the type of shit that get your ass fucked up
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| I’m spendin big bread so I need the cream
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| Cook 10 zips, bring back 14
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| Heard em in a drop on the strenght of a ???
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| Holdin all that dough but I swear it ain’t him
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| Niggas in the Town gettin mad at the rich
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| Learn the game, punk, buy your dope through a bitch
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| Cause I ain’t fuckin with you
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| Snitch nigga, I ain’t fuckin with you
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| Have your bitch get your birds…
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| I’m puttin up numbers so I’m changin the stats
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| You all know by now, yes, a nigga need gats
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| All my Israeli with the Gaza chops
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| Fully automatic, brand new in the box
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| A funny style nigga but his guns be good
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| He used to own a liquor store right up in the hood
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| Smelly muthafucka, sto' filled with nats
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| Never woulda thought he had the gats
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| Made his ass a offer at a thousand a bird
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| With this type of shit I knew his ass’ll stay in fur
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| Either way it go I’m spendin loot
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| Cause niggas got the word that it’s birds in the coop
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| And they stay in there
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| Nigga, AK’s in there
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| Come and try to get my birds…
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| 2.2 36 or a g
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| Hard or soft, that b-i-r-d
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| Man’s best friend, nigga, fuck a dog
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| Never got to feed him, plus he bought me a hog
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| My bike worth 50, Benz worth a hun'
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| Unrecouped, I do this rap shit for fun
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| Don’t get it twisted, nigga, catch it cause it’s real
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| Had a presidential way 'fore I had a deal
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| Believe me
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| I’m born and raised with em
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| Nigga, I stays with em
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| Pluckin feathers off the birds…
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| To all my muthafuckin cola-rollers
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| Out of muthafuckin controllers
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| Understand me?
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| Get that bread, nigga
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| Crack pays
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| In so many muthafuckin ways
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| I used to sell $ 2 rocks
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| Nigga, $ 1.5 rocks, nigga
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| On the real, I had 80 cent rocks |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Birds , by - Richie Rich. Song from the album The Game, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп