We fly high, no lie, you know this Foreign rides, outside, it's like show biz We stay fly, no lie and you know this Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused
Bird gang Club Banger Tryin' to holla at you shorty One focus, one focus only Tryin' to hit that thang, let's go We make hits in the studio nightly We
Cold sweats from bad dreams I hope the Feds don't grab the team 'Cause we been labeled as the trouble makers We sell whole pies so you ain't got to cut
Come on, come on Come on give me that double give me that double, Give it to me You never knew what it took to get here They say life dont stop for no
Yo, it definitely is a concrete jungle And yet there's more to life than misery We have to have unity in our community We have to work together brothers
Yeah, turn it up in your head phones Ya know like that shit sound like rock music You know what I'm talkin' 'bout Yea, my man Bruno just stepped in You
Byrd gang we get money We won't stop, we destined to blow I'ma take my niggaz and bitches wherever I go So don't forget about me, don't forget about me
Now don't push me away 'cause when the first time I met you Girl, you shook me in ways You know the life of a nigga's cookin' up yay And because you knew
Now I am fresh out of bail harder flyer than a muthafuck I don't do the baby, sumthin' like a rubber nut Sumthin' like a hustler, got it runnin' through
(What you learn in jail you cant learn in the street thats learnin patients I just finished doin 10 years up north. I just came home from doin 10 years
I wear a mean pair of shades They can't see my eyes unless my head is bent you dig
They got us fuckin' up a storm, kush up till the morn Breezin' from the telly puffin marijuana White T and my pelly thuggin' like la Fonz Made it rain
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Yeah, you pour wax on the table, uh huh, and you set it on fire Uh, yeah, you know This that dope boy shit, nigga Ya smell me, fuck wit ya Your reign
Free bail posters, tail lights on the roadster Live life vulgar, the FBI posters The fast cars pack guns no holsters We act dumb don't approach us We
I'm back, I'm on my Dip set shit 20 30 grand in one pocket, foreign car outside Living life fast, you niggaz need to catch up, slow pokes NYC here we
We back We still on the streets Rap game is now the crack game Watch out for them rap police The rap police is on my ass, searchin' for the rest I'm
This is 9 Tre news I'm Jimmy Jones here with your weather We apologize for the drought all week But it looks like thunderstorms all weekend We fittin'
