Birds
Crown Jul/Rame/Richie Rich Lyrics

To all my hustler niggas
This song's dedicated to all those who hustle and make money

To all the muthafuckas out there that's rollin'
For everyone who is rolling in cash

You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
I'm sure you understand what I'm saying

Fuckin' with the birds
Dealing drugs, particularly cocaine

Bring me back a soda and I don't mean a Sprite
Get me some washing soda to improve the quality of my drugs

I need the armor hammer so my shit'll bounce right
I need the washing soda brand, Arm & Hammer, to perfect the quality of my cocaine.

I was cookin' dope, bringin' back full moons
Cooking cocaine to perfection and selling full kilos

Fuck till November, I be gone till June
I'll be busy making money until June and will miss out on summer fun

Summer ain't shit if you ain't got the coke
Summer is not enjoyable if you don't have enough cocaine to sell

Flipped a drop-top with the all-gold spokes
I bought a gold-trimmed convertible car with the money I earned from selling drugs

Oakland gettin' money, nigga, fuck what you heard
Oakland is getting rich and influential despite what anyone says

Out of town niggas livin' half a bird
People from out of town are living off the money they earned from selling only half a kilo

What you fuckin' with?
What kind of drugs are you selling?

Tell em what you fuckin' with
Let everyone know what you are selling

I'm pushin' birds
I'm dealing with drugs, particularly cocaine

Seen my nigga in a Benz and he spin in a ditch
I saw my associate in a Mercedes and he got into a car accident

He be movin' things for like thirteen point six
He was selling drugs, mostly cocaine, and earned $13,600 from it

Try to tell his nigga how he hatin' the game
He was trying to convince his friend to leave the drug trade because he was beginning to hate it

Let's get them driver numbers, eighteen a thing
Let's find new taxi drivers to transport our drugs and pay them $18,000 per shipment

Want to-be niggas can't tell him shit
Inexperienced drug dealers cannot tell him what to do

Two weeks pass, heard that nigga got hit
After two weeks, I heard that he got shot

Found him in the hills with a dick in his mouth
His dead body was found in the hills, with a penis beside it

Stupid muthafucka, game turned him out
He was foolish to let the drug game consume him and eventually led to his death

Smoked
Dead

The nigga got smoked
He got killed

Violated fuckin' with them birds
He got punished for dealing with drugs

Niggas round the world screamin' they want some
Drug dealers all over the world are eager to get some cocaine

Used to get my shit from a straight Columb'
I used to get my cocaine directly from a Colombian drug lord

Cracker fucked around and locked the connect down
The police arrested the drug lord and stopped the supply of drugs

Now only Mex hold weight in the Town
Now only Mexicans have a significant influence in the drug trade

Dippin' in the thangs feelin' cash for dubs
Dealing drugs in fancy cars and feeling rich

Now that's the type of shit that get your ass fucked up
That kind of behavior can get you in trouble or even killed

I'm spendin' big bread so I need the cream
I'm spending a lot of money, so I need to earn more profit

Cook ten zips, bring back fourteen
Cook ten ounces of cocaine and bring back fourteen to make more profit

Heard em in a drop on the strength of a
I heard from someone that there are drugs being transported in a car

Holdin' all that dough but I swear it ain't him
He has a lot of money, but I am certain it's not his

Niggas in the Town gettin' mad at the rich
People in the city are getting angry at the rich drug dealers

Learn the game, punk, buy your dope through a bitch
Get smarter and buy drugs through a woman who can keep her mouth shut

'Cause I ain't fuckin' with you
I don't want to deal with a snitch

Snitch nigga, I ain't fuckin' with you
I don't want to deal with someone who will turn informant

Have your bitch get your birds
Send your woman to buy drugs for you

I'm puttin' up numbers so I'm changin' the stats
I'm earning a lot of money and changing the status quo

You all know by now, yes, a nigga need gats
Everyone knows by now that I need firearms

All my Israeli with the Gaza chops
All my associates are skilled at making weapons, especially from the Middle East

Fully automatic, brand new in the box
Our guns are newly purchased and fully automatic

A funny style nigga but his guns be good
He may dress strangely, but his weapons are of high quality

He used to own a liquor store right up in the hood
He used to own a liquor store in our neighborhood

Smelly muthafucka, sto' filled with nats
He smells bad and his store is full of gnats

Never woulda thought he had the gats
We never would have guessed he owned guns

Made his ass a offer at a thousand a bird
Made him an offer to sell drugs at $1,000 per kilo

With this type of shit I knew his ass'll stay in fur
He will be making a lot of money from this deal and will become rich

Either way it go I'm spendin' loot
Either way, I'm going to spend a lot of money

'Cause niggas got the word that it's birds in the coop
People heard the news that there are drugs available for sale

And they stay in there
The drugs stay locked up

Nigga, AK's in there
We have AK-47s with us

Come and try to get my birds
Come and try to steal my drugs if you dare

Two point two thirty-six or a g
Buy cocaine at $2,236 per ounce or per gram

Hard or soft, that be I-R-D
Our cocaine comes in either powder or rock form, which spells out IRD

Man's best friend, nigga, fuck a dog
Cocaine is our best and most loyal friend

Never got to feed him, plus he bought me a hog
I never had to spend money on cocaine and it allowed me to buy a motorcycle

My bike worth fifty, Benz worth a hun'
My motorcycle is worth $50,000 and my Benz is worth $100,000

Unrecouped, I do this rap shit for fun
I don't make a profit from my music; it's just a hobby

Don't get it twisted, nigga, catch it cause it's real
Don't misunderstand me, this is all true and actually happening

Had a presidential way 'fore I had a deal
I had more money and power before I became famous

Believe me
Trust me

I'm born and raised with em
I grew up in the drug trade

Nigga, I stays with em
I continue to deal with drugs

Pluckin' feathers off the birds
Selling and making profit from cocaine

To all my muthafuckin' cola-rollers
To everyone dealing with cocaine

Out of muthafuckin' controllers
Not being controlled by anyone else

Understand me?
Do you get what I'm saying?

Get that bread, nigga
Make money

Crack pays
Dealing drugs is very profitable

In so many muthafuckin ways
In so many different ways

I used to sell two dollar rocks
I used to sell small amounts of drugs for $2

Nigga, dollar fifty rocks, nigga
I started by selling even smaller amounts for $1.50 each

On the real, I had eighty cent rocks
I even started by selling tiny amounts of drugs for just $0.80 each