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Esham - 30 Birdz lyrics
[ESham]
 Niggaz ain't loyal to the game
 That's why the dope game is so fucked up now
 Punk motherfuckers
 [Verse One]
 30 birds, 30 birds all I want is 30 birds
 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, automatically the clip pops
 born into this life with no escape from playa hates
 down to stack papes, goin pyscho like Norman Bates
 amphetamines, 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 birds 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 federalizes 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 popped his ass
 [Chorus 2X]
 30 birds, 30 birds got no loyalty, 30 birds flew away
 from me, them dirty birds
 [Verse Two]
 I got away as clean as a whistle, another 187 on my pistol
 visions of my burial, got make another move 20 birds to go
 life ain't nuthin but money, so I make snow
 sometime it get slow, I get paranoidEsham - 30 Birdz - http://motolyrics.com/esham/30-birdz-lyrics.html
 jail and hell is 2 things that I can't avoid
 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 small 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
 through all the excitement, federal indictment
 now I'm on the run, with 10 birds 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
[Chorus 2X]
 [Verse Three]
 I went to ten fuckin states, dropped of ten birds
 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 keys 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
[Chorus 2X]









