Flip a Bird

Lyrics

[Chorus] In the kitchen (putting work) On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird In the kitchen (let's go) [Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"] Said I'm here for money making, I've done lost 'bout all my patience Beat almost all my cases, thought I'd covered up all my bases Bitches try to play you till somehow, some way you figure it out You fuck with Jay Z's bitch from back in the day you might end up with reasonable doubt You fuck with grimy bitches standing over you taking pictures While you sleeping, 'cause you passed out drunk after having a threesome That will give you a reason, to trust no bitch, quit rappin' And just go get it crackin' (in the kitchen) 'Bout to push that White instead of that music, seems like simpler profit, 'cause nigga's gossipin' Like they WorldStar, M.T.O, Bossip, until I find you and empty your pockets If 5'9" stop rhyming, I'm driving on I-95 Or I am (in the kitchen) I will cop a key and put it [Chorus] On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird In the kitchen [Verse 2: Joe Budden] Can't tell y'all If I did drugs or if they did me, nah, we was just doin' each other We were side by side like e'ryday, didn't care if we ruined each other Back then it was so real, fully automatic, it was overkill I was on weed, I was on dust, might'a tried coke when I was on pills My pockets had rabbit ears, my mind gone, wasn't on bills Whole fam'ly disappointed in me, can't imagine how that made my mom feel Her one's missin', guns hidden, sorry Momma, your son's trippin' Got baggies scattered (in the kitchen) Plus, plus you and Dad was' on the same road, y'all just left, made it right If I ain't learn I'd do the same, pour some liquor, say goodnight Now I'm on this music shit, tryna get this paper right If not I'll be back (in the kitchen) [Verse 3: Crooked I] Let me get it now On Twitter, they murder my mentions, 'cause they heard I was served by a circle of henchmen, layin' in a dirty ditch, that bullshit is further than fiction They personal mission's worse than snitchin', to any person that listen Now I wanna kill a hater, a middle finger by the 'fridgerator, flip a bird in the kitchen 'Cause DJ Vlad, he was glad bullets went into me Just to get traffic for his site, should'a did him like MMG (faggot) But instead I called up Sway and we cleared that up on MTV And now I'm back (in the kitchen), but should I be? 'Cause I heard that Slaughterhouse is about to cop that Shady deal I'm out here chasin' that paper still, push kush, coke and crazy pills Me being shot online didn't stop my grind, nigga, I don't mind And if I don't rhyme (I'm in the kitchen), I will cop a key and put it [Chorus] On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird In the kitchen [Verse 4: Joell Ortiz, Royce da 5'9"] Just when a nigga thought it couldn't get worse The hearse reversed; scooped my cuz up after grandma left Earth That recent shit, I was a young and bummy piece of shit, cursed No decent kicks cause mom kept enough of that snow to ski in her purse No father, Jux passed me my first gun, revolver With the serial carved up, Real showed me my first jump, I'm a barber Shaving the crack, after weighing the crack An then placing the crack in 12 12's I ain't play with the crack, I was making up stacks All day I just sat (in the kitchen), bringing it back Now I'm tryna do my thing with this rap Hope this works, trying to flip words so my homies Ain't gotta flip bizz-nirds on the cizz-nurb Then black on a yellow belly coward homie feel like Pittsburgh Lord I thank you, for making me able to find my way through If not I be back at my momma's table (in the kitchen) I will cop a key and put it [Chorus] In the kitchen (putting work) On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird In the kitchen