Big Tymers - Who Got Tha Birds lyrics

{Baby} Fa'sho n***a {B.G.} Black Connection back up on that a** once again {Baby} All the time {B.G.} Somethin' to blow somethin' n***a {Baby} n***a Pimp Daddy fool {B.G.} Uptown for life {Baby} Like this n***a {Baby} I shuffle my money, like a card game on the cool and f** mo hoes then that green done sold {Fa'sho} I beat my b**hes out a pocket when they break the rule {b**h give me mine} And I'm a cut these n***a's when I'm drunk actin' a fool Big Bro, wusup n***a, let me use yo f**in' tool I need the chopper Mag-11 so I can act a fool {Chopper, Chopper} They got some n***a's from Texas, comin' down with some birds So what's the word n***a, {jack 'em} straight serve Chorus: {Mannie Fresh} I got some birds n***a {what} Y'all ready to serve n***a {what} Spread 'em out good n***a {what} Cuz this hood is your's n***a {Fa'sho n***a look} {Baby} I went from rag's to riches, I went from riches to rag' Now I'm saggin' in my b**h {B I heard you puttin' yo foot} In them hoes a**, {Huh-bra} pa** me the gar n***a blow me a gun, snort some dope fool Time to have some fun {I'm prepared, I'm prepared} They got some n***a's down in LA comin' with some ki's What's the word n***a {Jack 'em straight serve} Chorus {B.G.} Well n***a best's to hide that Ye because I'm a jack move, I'm try'na come up Lil' Doogie, on a stack move Motherf**er, if you ballin' best believe I got's to have it Out to get mine, I ain't no hoe so I'm a grab it If you worse up, you ducked taped in the back of the trunk Call his people, tell 'em I want twenty for this chump It's goin' two way's he get sprayed, I get paid Try some funny flicke sh**, he on Amanester dead With a slug in his motherf**in' dome They was tight with that drug money so I had to Send 'em home, victim of that chrome I'm straight takin' it, ain't fakin' it Ya heard me, robbin' and hustlin' is a B.G. way of makin' it So if you got it, keep it on that down low Cuz I'm a test ya if know, try to play you like a hoe Punk b**h, I'm take yo sh** when I'm try'na come up Them o'l coward a** n***a's got's to drop drop Chorus {Lil' Ya} My n***a P-I-M-P Daddy started off young Snatchin' emblem's off them Caddy's Then he went on, and started stealin' car's Respect no b**h, he called 'em all broad's My n***a had a talent that couldn't be f**ed with me Now he's dead and gone, all cuz a b**h He used to shine with that iron, a Pimp That never wined or dined, and he always rocked Club 49, I let him meet my manager and B-tro-duce, promised him he get better but and Had to leave them buster's alone Left Full Pack, and got with the Black Connection and it was on We used to hit the rode, and make a lot of mil The day I went to jail, my n***a fell It hurt me to my heart, to hear my n***a got smoked It's time for the Black, the Gat's let's handle business Lok We got to put them birds on the side This n***a, f**ed over my boy, uhh , this n***a gotta die It took a coward to k** him, now's he's in jail and a n***a Steady nailin' him, and if he hit the street again Lil' Ya gonna do him in, because Pimp was my motherf**in' friend {Rest in Peace my n***a Pimp Daddy}