Like a Bird
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feat. Trill Ent
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[Lil' Boosie]
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Ugh! We dropped again on you bitch ass, niggaz! (Laughing)
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Every album like a bird!
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If you buy Trill shit
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Then you buy that real shit!
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And the D.A. and the judge gone get it
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If they don't free Pimp C, bitch!
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And when I drop shit, it's hot shit!
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You know I ain lyin'
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I only gave y'all half the shit, but I got more in my mind!
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If you heard that green and yellow cd
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You bout love a lil nigga!
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You a girl, in this thug world
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You might wanna fuck a lil nigga!
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I don't really give a fuck
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About the fortune and fame
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I want the money
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So my daughter wouldn't have to beg, no mane!
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I'm in the studio, daily nigga!
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Wit my pen and my pad
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Where I run rhymes about my life
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And how I'm missin' my dad
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Dedicated, to makin' these hundreds
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I get paid for my shows
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Niggaz hate it, cause' my name
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That's what takin' these hoes!
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Thirty-six zones, on the fuckin shelf at the stores
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Ya better get before it goes! .....And
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[Chorus: repeat 4X]
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Every album like a bird....steady flippin!
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Every album like a bird!
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[Lil' Boosie]
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My first album was bout a 7 (It was aight)
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But I talk me some shit
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About this world
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About these girls
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And how I dog, my bitch!
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My next album was bootleg
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Ain even come to the stores
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Cause a nigga stole it
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And they sold it for the price of some ˇ°Oˇ±!
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Six months later, they heard that ˇ°For My Thugsˇ±
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The cd that have you niggaz and bitches tearin da club up! Huh!
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Ain nothing but raw rhymes
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No flashy shit, just hard times!
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Nigga don't wanna hear bout ballin
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If he ain' got a damn quarter!
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Ya hear me talkin'
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But to see that ghetto D, that's real shit!
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Cause I'm feelin' the power
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Cause I get 5 G's, to be on stage, for a half a hour!
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Shit, I heard... (Don't say no names) ... wanna holla!
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I want 2 billion dollars
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Not no million, you dick rider!
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I got two 24,80's dawg
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They filled up!
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With shit that'll make you get kill
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Or even kill us!
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Then I drop....huh!
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Then I drop again!
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And I get sicker every time
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I touch dat fuckin' pen! ...And
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[Chorus]
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Every album like a bird in a corner store
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Keep it real boy
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Trill got the good dope!
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See grill, big bills, with a thick hoe
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About an ounce of that good dolja
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We gone big blow!
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Wanna beef, motherfucker?!
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Ain no problem with that!
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I barely hit you in ya chest
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Made it come out ya back!
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And while you put yo look on hard
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I be rippin them tracks
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And by the time it hit the shelves
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I'll be gettin' it back!
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So many niggaz playa hatin'
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So I'm totin a gat
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Pistol grippin', steady waiting on a nigga to act!
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That's how you livin' when you on
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And ya got that crack
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And wake up with a new bone
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I can get left flat!
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So fuck that, ride strapped
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Give another nigga what he deserve
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And I'ma keep a bad bitch
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Cause I'm flippin' these birds!
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Trill niggaz bout to fuck it up
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I know you nerv (nervous)
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Because them niggaz got dope in them birds!
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[Chorus]
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Like a Bird
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Lil' Boosie |