30 Birdz Lyrics - Detroit Dogshit - Esham

30 birdz, 30 birdz all I want is 30 birdz 

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, automaticly the clip pops 

born into this life with no escape from playa hates 

down to stack papes, goin pyscho like Norman Bates 

amphetmenes, the dope fiends, I stacks greens 

damn niggaz tryin to stick for my cream 

my lifes turned upside down, don't fuck 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 birdz 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 federalies 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 poped his ass 

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30 birdz, 30 birdz got no loyalty, 30 birdz flew away from me, them dirty birdz 

I got away as clean as a whistle, another 187 on my pistol 

visions of my burial, got make another move 20 birdz to go 

life ain't nuthin but money, so I make snow 

sometime it get slow, i get paranoid 

jail and hell is 2 thingz that i can't avoied 

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 samll 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 

trought all the excitment, federal indietment 

now I'm on the run, with 10 birdz 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 

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Chours x2 

I went to ten fuckin states, dropped of ten birdz 

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 key 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 

Chours x2