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& the souls.
The Dragon. The rays of the rising sun. The skull and snake. The silhouette primitives run.
The Dagger and the flames and the Birdman's mounted
The sound is repeat red
Sounds like a broken record
A scratched CD
Claim that I'm outdated
I don't know these streets
That's saying Birdman never sold a key
hardbody
And I got downtown four partners
And I'll go to war 'bout 'em
Smoke weed on the west by my dawg house
Feel like the Godfather and I don't have
FruitTown not far from sundown
We ain't make not one sound
Keep passin’ by they trap and they ain't
Out that bitch get burnt down'
Menace to society and I
by the hood and bird shit on a bitch
Drive anything you want cause you the Birdman's bitch
Get anything you need and you roll with the clique
Go
it leave a nigga sideways
For five days
Birdman talk to 'em
Yeah nigga, I tell 'em, I tell em' again, shorty
If it ain't about no money get
my sqad
bitch i got birdman and rinah behind my sqad
like a hundred million dollaz behind my sqad
now errbody wanna follow behind my--
ah ah
catch me
got ur hands up
Man up - sqad up i won't deny it
But im a fuckin rider shout at cha nagga
Pop at cha mama behind my sqad
Bitch i got birdman and ryan
Holla at ‘cha boy
Birdman – ya’ll better go cop that…yea
My only fear is to hear
My people screaming in Church (yea)
Putting me in a hearse to go
Six
shit
Let's go, esco bars nigga, like Nas nigga
The flow is Rakim with the Birdman cars nigga
Hold on I gotta take Birdman's call nigga
Stunna, what
shit
Let's go, esco bars nigga, like Nas nigga
The flow is Rakim with the Birdman cars nigga
Hold on I gotta take Birdman's call nigga
Stunna, what
bars nigga, like Nas nigga
The flow is Rakim with the Birdman cars nigga
Hold on I gotta take Birdman's call nigga
Stunna, what up blood?
"Whattup
it leave a nigga sideways
For five days
Birdman talk to 'em
Yeah nigga, I tell 'em, I tell em' again, shorty
If it ain't about no money get
the hell am I doing right (yeah)
[Verse 1: Birdman]
Dear lord, help me, get up out this water
Cant go under cause I got my son and my daughter,
I
drip drip
Foes don't like me
They the smell
I'm the shit
This malicious wit inherited by bright immigrants
Hence making this dark chocolate chip Edison
it leave a
Nigga sideways for five days
Birdman talk to 'em
Yeah nigga, I tell em
I'll tell em again shawty
If it ain't bout no money
Get
relaxin nigga bout my shit i was made by gorillas raise on highbord cliffs.. cuz im da BIRDMAN cuz ill do something badd thats the word man they be swinging
shit
I mean
The flows so tight
Who flows this nice
I'm Loki like I was taken in by Odens wife
When you charge shit to the game it never sympathises
choice
Rip the beat like lion food
Red raw bloody flesh
It's all over feel the pain in your chest uh
I do it for the culture
I’ll be like blues with
Uh (uh)
Ayy, that's one-point (huh)
That's 'bout point and by one-point-five in there
Ayy, yo, these foolys let the toolies spread, ringing like
Hey
Whats up pimp?
Birdman motha fucker
The financial adviser of this get money game
It's stunna the big money man
So loosen up your strings
the word on every single bitter tongue
Yet we deny the choice the burden is cumbersome
What little hope we have is hanging by a thread
So we prefer to scrape
the hell am I doing right (yeah)
[Verse 1: Birdman]
Dear lord, help me, get up out this water
Cant go under cause I got my son and my daughter,
I
[Baby]
Hey
Wassup pimp?
Birdman motha fucker!
[Baby] + (TQ)
The financial adviser of this get money game
It's stunna the big money man
So loosen up
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