Esham - 30 Birdz Lyrics

[ESham]
Niggaz ain't loyal to the game
That's why the dope game is so f*cked up now
Punk motherf*ckers

[Verse One]
30 birds, 30 birds all I want is 30 birds
I'm never catchin cases, stead I'm clockin 3rd
I got 36 ounces, thousand grams of scams
anything over 500 is life so damn
I'm goin for broke, I ain't no joke when I flip flop
niggaz want static, automatically the clip pops
born into this life with no escape from playa hates
down to stack papes, goin pyscho like Norman Bates
amphetamines, the dope fiends, I stacks greens
damn, niggaz tryin to stick for my cream
my lifes turned upside down, don't f*ck around
bustin bullets for stacks, so dead bodies is found
on a mission for money, shit seems 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 federalizes 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 x2]
30 birds, 30 birds got no loyalty, 30 birds flew away
from me, them dirty birds

[Verse Two]
I got away as clean as a whistle, another 187 on my pistol
visions of my burial, got make another move 20 birds to go
life ain't nuthin but money, so I make snow
sometime it get slow, I get paranoid
jail and hell is 2 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 meal
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 17 shots from hot glocks
back in the days, I used to roll down to crack spots
now I watch niggaz cry, right before they die
niggaz 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 10 birds and a gun
and even if I get caught they only know my name
I ain't tellin no shit, cause I be loyal to this game

[Chorus x2]

[Verse Three]
I went to ten f*ckin states, dropped of ten birds
1996, January, the 3rd, I was in a Detroit motel with a trick
thinkin bout goin out like Maserati Rick, our the Chambers family, Y.B.I
200 keys stole, like redbird and I, from all the shit I did, growin up as a kid
now they got my ass facing 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 must a been slippin, didn't catch the setup
bullets flying 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 beating all I was hoping, was not to
die with my eyes open

[Chorus x2]