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Correct 30 Birdz Lyrics
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30 birdz, 30 birdz all I want is 30 birdz I'm never catchin cases, stead I'm clockin 3rd I got 36 ounces, thousand grams of scams Anything over 500 is life so damn I'm goin for broke, I ain't no joke when I flip flop Niggaz want static, automaticly the clip pops Born into this life with no escape from playa hates Down to stack papes, goin pyscho like Norman Bates Amphetmenes, the dope fiends, I stacks greens Damn niggaz tryin to stick for my cream My lifes turned upside down, don't fuck around Bustin bullets for stacks, so dead bodies is found On a mission for money, shit seems funny to me, Nigga try to take my birdz and set em free, Now how can this be I heard he caught a federal case, Caught with more dope in his crib than scarface, Talkin to federalies from Detroit to Cali, Nigga tryin to catch me slippin like silly Sally, I dumped his body in the alley, and shot em a close range Nigga wasn't loyal to the game so I poped his ass Chours x2 30 birdz, 30 birdz got no loyalty, 30 birdz flew away from me, them dirty birdz I got away as clean as a whistle, another 187 on my pistol Visions of my burial, got make another move 20 birdz to go Life ain't nuthin but money, so I make snow Sometime it get slow, I get paranoid Jail and hell is 2 thingz that I can't avoied Mama always saw certain shit I couldn't see Its hard for me to see gone of V. S. O. P. A deal is deal, plus I'm tryin to make a meal Feelin bad a nigga had to kill, just to stay real It started out samll time, big time, and no time Crime is my life and my life is crime I'm sick of seeing dope fiends and burned down blocks Hearin screams and 17 shots from hot glocks Back in the days I used to roll down to crack spots Now I watch niggaz cry right before they die Niggaz be snitchin, you cookin keys in your kitchen Buried a half a mill, in my backyard steel Trought all the excitment, federal indietment Now I'm on the run, with 10 birdz and a gun And even if I get caught they only know my name I ain't tellin no shit, cause I be loyal to this game Chours x2 I went to ten fuckin states, dropped of ten birdz 1996, january, the 3rd, I was in a Detroit motel with a trick Thinkin bout goin out like Maserati Rick our the Chambers family, Y. B. I 200 key stole like redbird and I, from all the shit I did growin up as a kid Now they got my ass facing a lifetime bid, I'm on the run from the law Runnin out of time, goin out my mind, from my life of crime Seems I must a been slippin, didn't catch the setup Bullets flying through the window and my bitch got wet up Seems I had to get my pay like Demetrius Holloway Down at the broadway from the ak spray As my heart stop beating all I was hoping was not to die with my eyes open Chours x2
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