Lil Boosie - Like a Bird lyrics

[Lil' Boosie] Ugh! We dropped again on you b**h a**, n***az! (Laughing) Every album like a bird! If you buy Trill sh** Then you buy that real sh**! And the D.A. and the judge gone get it If they don't free Pimp C, b**h! And when I drop sh**, it's hot sh**! You know I ain lyin' I only gave y'all half the sh**, but I got more in my mind! If you heard that green and yellow cd You bout love a lil n***a! You a girl, in this thug world You might wanna f** a lil n***a! I don't really give a f** About the fortune and fame I want the money So my daughter wouldn't have to beg, no mane! I'm in the studio, daily n***a! Wit my pen and my pad Where I run rhymes about my life And how I'm missin' my dad Dedicated, to makin' these hundreds I get paid for my shows n***az hate it, cause' my name That's what takin' these hoes! Thirty-six zones, on the f**in shelf at the stores Ya better get before it goes! .....And [Chorus: repeat 4X] Every album like a bird....steady flippin! Every album like a bird! [Lil' Boosie] My first album was bout a 7 (It was aight) But I talk me some sh** About this world About these girls And how I dog, my b**h! My next album was bootleg Ain even come to the stores Cause a n***a stole it And they sold it for the price of some "O"! Six months later, they heard that "For My Thugs" The cd that have you n***az and b**hes tearin da club up! Huh! Ain nothing but raw rhymes No flashy sh**, just hard times! n***a don't wanna hear bout ballin If he ain' got a damn quarter! Ya hear me talkin' But to see that ghetto D, that's real sh**! Cause I'm feelin' the power Cause I get 5 G's, to be on stage, for a half a hour! sh**, I heard... (Don't say no names) ... wanna holla! I want 2 billion dollars Not no million, you dick rider! I got two 24,80's dawg They filled up! With sh** that'll make you get k** Or even k** us! Then I drop....huh! Then I drop again! And I get sicker every time I touch dat f**in' pen! ...And [Chorus] Every album like a bird in a corner store Keep it real boy Trill got the good dope! See grill, big bills, with a thick hoe About an ounce of that good dolja We gone big blow! Wanna beef, motherf**er?! Ain no problem with that! I barely hit you in ya chest Made it come out ya back! And while you put yo look on hard I be rippin them tracks And by the time it hit the shelves I'll be gettin' it back! So many n***az playa hatin' So I'm totin a gat Pistol grippin', steady waiting on a n***a to act! That's how you livin' when you on And ya got that crack And wake up with a new bone I can get left flat! So f** that, ride strapped Give another n***a what he deserve And I'ma keep a bad b**h Cause I'm flippin' these birds! Trill n***az bout to f** it up I know you nerv (nervous) Because them n***az got dope in them birds! [Chorus]