| Straight to the block, to the hood, to a spot
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| Cocaine to a rock, duece duece in a sock
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| Every dollar closer to a drop
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| Every drop is closer to a cop
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| Every cop is closer to a cell
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| Hit the cell your ticket right to hell
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| No job, no bail
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| No fam, no mail
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| Institution another nigga, fail
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| Go from pussy to a prison tale
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| Fuck that, I quit while I’m ahead
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| Ship my music off with Amistad
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| Turn it up and hear the ghetto pledge
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| Live righteous nigga like my brother said
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| King Tut, Martin Luther, Malcolm X, but I’m the shoota'
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| Top ramen, knowledge for the noodle
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| Finally gettin' praised
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| Yeah, kudos
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| Doing bad, still love the need
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| Connect said it’s something up his sleeve
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| Said, I rather bust off them keys
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| Yeah nigga birds and the beez
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| Birds and the beez
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| Birds and the beez
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| Wanna do a song, but it’s hard to carry on
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| And my daughter hungry sitting home
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| And my girl, she said she feeling lone
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| I can tell it’s over in her tone
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| Only time I call is for a loan
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| She be stressing, so depressing
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| Always worried every time a lil nigga gone
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| Stay strong for the future, stick together, yeah suture
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| Get a couple wipps, yeah Kunta
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| Schoolboy, but gangsta was his tutors
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| Say the money be the root of evil, look around and see what it do to people
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| Veins full of heroin using PCP inject the body with a needle
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| Lord help us, swear to god, dope dealers, get a job
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| Keep it real this shit ain’t really cool, being in a cell, you ain’t alive
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| Niggas quick to show out over cheese, love to help the devil do a deed
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| So I rather bust of them keys?
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| Yeah nigga, birds and the beez
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| Birds and the beez
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| Birds and the beez
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| (Birds and the beez)
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| Tired of the same ol' shit, niggas they faking it
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| Niggas out here living foul
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| Better yet they flagrant, keep these niggas right up out the game
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| Keep these niggas right up out my lane
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| I just wanna do this fucking music boy, leave this dope alone and count my
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| change
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| Q, I wanna see you do your thang
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| Entertainment business living limelight
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| Hop on every track and move them trains
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| Show these motherfuckers that you been tight, then they ever been
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| It’s evident that you intelligent but you can’t escape that life
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| And for you, my nigga
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| I would sacrifice myself to make it just to see you hold the mic
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| And hit the stage and rock the set
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| But it’s hard to change when your from the set
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| Won’t you think about it nigga, life or death
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| Life of crack I’d like to hang you by the neck
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| Do you wanna see the boys in jet, or you wanna see them runway jets
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| Fly to Singapore, one way that, tell the pilot we got stacks on deck
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| Swear to god, its hard out here for a young black men to live
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| If you dont do it for yourself, then please do it for your kids
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| My nigga won’t you tell Michelle, I love your daughter
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| Please don’t let her grow up life without a father
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| Look at what you bought her, money couldn’t buy
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| All she need is love, put that shit aside
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| At the same time know they got to eat
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| Know you got to hustle, make ends meet
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| Gotta make time, gotta get a grind, gotta push the line, HGC, no A/C
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| Got the block hot, you keep runnin', cop say freeze
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| Blue pill, red pill, choose now, birds or the bees
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| Birds or the beez
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| Birds or the beez
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| Tired of the same ol' shit, niggas they faking it
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| Niggas out here living foul
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| Better yet they flagrant, keep these niggas right up out the game
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| Keep these niggas right up out my lane
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| I just wanna do this fucking music boy, leave this dope alone and count my
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| change
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| Count my change
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| Count my change |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Birds & The Beez , by - ScHoolboy Q. Song from the album Setbacks, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп