center Debut '93L.P told you to enter Punk faggot niggaz stealin' my light Crawl up in the bed with grandma Beneath the lazyboy where ya hid ya knife
with the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks Before I let these crackers throw me and shit Bounce if you a good kid, bounce, do the bird hop Curse
in the flames Every night I wanna roll a Dutch, scared to sober up I'm like a bird in the cobra's clutch I'm like a bird in the cobra's clutch This is
cha cha, cha cha What's up Pa, yo who poop? Your ma dukes or pa dukes? There's two scoops a raisin in the sun Brother tryin' to rally up, then dilly dally for some room Bird
cell in Clinton I see is straight bird, straight girl Yea he be a killa,you kill the words you gotta look at the facts and not the hype Like who got shot and who got knife
loadin my guns, gettin it on and if a nigga bury my man, I bury his mom I was trained to dump in your face, jump over the gate hop in the hoop', grab a bird
while And then the hammer said "cool" 'cause you know that I feel you Styles I got a story to tell, my knife talk to me But nobody believe that my knife
your time to waste, I dont wanna fight this back, just wanna fade to black, dont wanna turn to faith, I wanna burn at stakes, I dont wanna build my life, I wanna bloody my knife
pill Zanoffs, it works, down to only three people a day My victims, I give them love and care I don't wanna get blood everywhere I don't use a chainsaw or a butcher knife
Talk of sex appeal, I was born gangsta Shit, don't play wit me An' in the game I'm as real as they come Threw the knife, baby, outta the sun Even a
open fire Mash and bang on niggaz let them hot boys fly You can tell a maniac got a look in his eye, card green, two Magazines and a throw away knife
these ghetto type Nigga, check the background, I got O.G. stripe Just a hood rich nigga, flippin' birds on a bike Not survive in this world with guns, pahs an' knifes
, J R's the writer of writers Juelz you know him well, hell he the fire of fire I'm the supplier, baffled that's the hustler Trifle got a knife for that
shine on All day long playboy, get your grind on Now will you come to die tonight? But it's my life or your life and I'm a fool with that knife Straight
Yo, yo, yo Yo, yo, yo Yo, yo, yo My rhymes create life like the birds an' the bees Make Funk Master Flex say, ?Yo, I'm feelin' these? Flows make you
In the muthafuckin' house Niggas on the run in the house Little hawk & bird in the house I say da foe in the house New style in the house Geah Muthafuckas
of a sunbeam glowing on kitchen knife yeah Leaves will fall as everything must follow Kill your idol come on jump into the void Eat my cold shit Everybody whispers were birds