Richie Rich - Birds lyrics

[ *this song is styled after Ice-T's '6 'N The Morning'* ] To all my hustler n***as To all the muthaf**as out there that's rollin You know what I'm talkin bout? f**in with the birds... Check this out Bring me back a soda and I don't mean a Sprite I need the armor hammer so my sh**'ll bounce right I was cookin dope, bringin back full moons f** till November, I be gone till June Summer ain't sh** if you ain't got the coke Flipped a drop-top with the all-gold spokes Oakland gettin money, n***a, f** what you heard Out of town n***as livin half a bird What you f**in with? Tell em what you f**in with I'm pushin birds... Seen my n***a in a Benz and he spin in a ditch He be movin things for like 13.6 Try to tell his n***a how he hatin the game Let's get them driver numbers, 18 a thing Wanna-be n***as can't tell him sh** Two weeks pa**, heard that n***a got hit Found him in the hills with a dick in his mouth Stupid muthaf**a, game turned him out Smoked The n***a got smoked Violated f**in with them birds... n***as round the world screamin they want some Used to get my sh** from a straight Columb' Cracker f**ed around and locked the connect down Now only Mex hold weight in the Town Dippin in the thangs feelin cash for dubs Now that's the type of sh** that get your a** f**ed up I'm spendin big bread so I need the cream Cook 10 zips, bring back 14 Heard em in a drop on the strenght of a ??? Holdin all that dough but I swear it ain't him n***as in the Town gettin mad at the rich Learn the game, punk, buy your dope through a b**h Cause I ain't f**in with you Snitch n***a, I ain't f**in with you Have your b**h get your birds... I'm puttin up numbers so I'm changin the stats You all know by now, yes, a n***a need gats All my Israeli with the Gaza chops Fully automatic, brand new in the box A funny style n***a but his guns be good He used to own a liquor store right up in the hood Smelly muthaf**a, sto' filled with nats Never woulda thought he had the gats Made his a** a offer at a thousand a bird With this type of sh** I knew his a**'ll stay in fur Either way it go I'm spendin loot Cause n***as got the word that it's birds in the coop And they stay in there n***a, AK's in there Come and try to get my birds... 2.2 36 or a g Hard or soft, that b-i-r-d Man's best friend, n***a, f** a dog Never got to feed him, plus he bought me a hog My bike worth 50, Benz worth a hun' Unrecouped, I do this rap sh** for fun Don't get it twisted, n***a, catch it cause it's real Had a presidential way 'fore I had a deal Believe me I'm born and raised with em n***a, I stays with em Pluckin feathers off the birds... To all my muthaf**in cola-rollers Out of muthaf**in controllers Understand me? Get that bread, n***a Crack pays In so many muthaf**in ways I used to sell $2 rocks n***a, $1.5 rocks, n***a On the real, I had 80 cent rocks