Richie Rich

To all my hustler niggas
To all the muthafuckas out there thats rollin
You know what Im talkin bout?
Fuckin with the birds...
Check this out
Bring me back a soda and I dont mean a Sprite
I need the armor hammer so my shitll bounce right
I was cookin dope, bringin back full moons
Fuck till November, I be gone till June
Summer aint shit if you aint got the coke
Flipped a drop-top with the all-gold spokes
Oakland gettin money, nigga, fuck what you heard
Out of town niggas livin half a bird
What you fuckin with?
Tell em what you fuckin with
Im pushin birds...
Seen my nigga in a Benz and he spin in a ditch
He be movin things for like 13.6
Try to tell his nigga how he hatin the game
Lets get them driver numbers, 18 a thing
Wanna-be niggas cant tell him shit
Two weeks pass, heard that nigga got hit
Found him in the hills with a dick in his mouth
Stupid muthafucka, game turned him out
Smoked
The nigga got smoked
Violated fuckin with them birds...
Niggas round the world screamin they want some
Used to get my shit from a straight Columb
Cracker fucked around and locked the connect down
Now only Mex hold weight in the Town
Dippin in the thangs feelin cash for dubs
Now thats the type of shit that get your ass fucked up
Im 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 aint him
Niggas in the Town gettin mad at the rich
Learn the game, punk, buy your dope through a bitch
Cause I aint fuckin with you
Snitch nigga, I aint fuckin with you
Have your bitch get your birds...
Im puttin up numbers so Im changin the stats
You all know by now, yes, a nigga need gats
All my Israeli with the Gaza chops
Fully automatic, brand new in the box
A funny style nigga but his guns be good
He used to own a liquor store right up in the hood
Smelly muthafucka, sto filled with nats
Never woulda thought he had the gats
Made his ass a offer at a thousand a bird
With this type of shit I knew his assll stay in fur
Either way it go Im spendin loot
Cause niggas got the word that its birds in the coop
And they stay in there
Nigga, AKs in there
Come and try to get my birds...
2.2 36 or a g
Hard or soft, that b-i-r-d
Mans best friend, nigga, fuck 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 shit for fun
Dont get it twisted, nigga, catch it cause its real
Had a presidential way fore I had a deal
Believe me
Im born and raised with em
Nigga, I stays with em
Pluckin feathers off the birds...
To all my muthafuckin cola-rollers
Out of muthafuckin controllers
Understand me?
Get that bread, nigga
Crack pays
In so many muthafuckin ways
I used to sell $2 rocks
Nigga, $1.5 rocks, nigga
On the real, I had 80 cent rocks
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