Lyrics

[Intro] Niggas ain't loyal to the game That's why the dope game is so fucked up now Punk motherfuckers [Verse 1] Thirty birds, thirty birds all I want is thirty birds I'll never catch a case, instead I'm clockin' on the third I got thirty six ounces, a thousand grams of scams Anything over five hundred is life, so damn I'm goin' for broke, I ain't no joke when I flip flop Niggas want static, automatically the clip pops Born into this life with no escape from playa hates Down to stack papes, goin' psycho like Norman Bates Amphetamines, the dope fiends, I stacks greens Damn, niggas tryin' to stick for my cream My life's turned upside down, don't fuck around Bustin bullets for stacks, so dead bodies is found On a mission for money, some shady shit seemin' 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 federales 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] Thirty birds, thirty birds got no loyalty, thirty birds flew away From me, them dirty birds, thirty birds Thirty birds, thirty birds got no loyalty, thirty birds flew away From me, them dirty birds, thirty birds [Verse 2] I got away as clean as a whistle Another one eight seven on my pistol, visions of my burial Got make another move twenty birds to go Life ain't nuthin' but money, so I make it snow Sometime it get slow, I get paranoid And jail and hell is two 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 mil' 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 seventeen shots from hot Glocks Back in the days, I used to roll out to crack spots Now I watch niggas cry, right before they die Niggas 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 ten birds and a gun And even if I get caught they only know my name I ain't tellin' on shit 'cause I be loyal to this game [Chorus] Thirty birds, thirty birds got no loyalty, thirty birds flew away From me, them dirty birds, thirty birds Thirty birds, thirty birds got no loyalty, thirty birds flew away From me, them dirty birds, thirty birds [Verse 3] I went to ten fuckin' states, dropped off ten birds Nineteen ninety six, January, the third I was in a Detroit motel with a trick Thinkin' 'bout goin' out like Maserati Rick Or the Chambers family; YBI Two hundred keys stole, like redbird and I From all the shit I did, from growin' up as a kid Now they got my ass facin' 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 musta been slippin', didn't catch the setup Bullets flyin' 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 beatin' all I was hopin' Was not to die with my eyes open [Chorus] Thirty birds, thirty birds got no loyalty, thirty birds flew away From me, them dirty birds, thirty birds Thirty birds, thirty birds got no loyalty, thirty birds flew away From me, them dirty birds, thirty birds