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Fly Like a Bird (feat. Dubee)

Man I'm a coke rap spitter

A hair pin trigger

A crime rhyme dealer

Is illa but on the rilla

Spit around tornado lust

For the words

Rap it up like dope,

Fly like a bird

Nothing but baking soda the

Motorola do it well

Up in your face man with something

To sell

I'm like a chronic vision pigeon tiga

Just spinnin time with 45, 357s

And 9's

My figure 8, its real its not fake

Strawberry soda garlic bread and

Steak

Ahead in the chase and hide

Behind the wheel

You talk more money and we can

Make a deal

(make a deal square ass n*)I'm not a screw face, I keep my

Boots laced

And listen to the homies brag about

They gun case

They off taste, crank beat with more bass

My court date, and I came in hella late

The cross game, wear rings with no chains

Holla at the guard if you a rap cat mane

Nickel plated, now the engergys penetrated

I put that on my life I'm glad you never made it

Raw hide, all in my blood line

You never find a drug like me and no kine

Don't hide, cause it makes it more divine

To put you in the firing line on valentines

February, or was it January

I lose my memory when it come to you canaries

Its necessary, on guard with what you carry

Split the middle of the swicher then add the blueberryI'm not a damn fool, I live bay rules

Bay slang, and I'm doin my bay thang

Make change, get bread to kick game

I knows you got ass but yous a lame freak dame

No shame, and I'm greedy to the brain

You know the pit bull is off the chicka-chicka-chain

Crate-a-lane, on the freeway of pain

I don't spend dollars on expenseive champagne

Rip hearts and I pound the sky larks

Petal to the medal in my wu-tang clarks

New suede, from the stage to the grave

Hot days, means pistols in the shade

It ain't strange, motherfucker you sell cane

Add a little color to the picture frame

The rhyme cheetah, throw on the wife beater

T-shirt jeans tennis shoes didn't see yaAnd this analogy, is a new strategy

And this academy is headed for a tragedy

It sounds to me that you're tryin to break free

And snakes like me don't allow that see

At close range you can see my vertigo

Venom in the soul and I'm ready to let it go

With no control, man it can grow like a rose

And I'm standing right there in my Filmo' pose

When a child cries, in the heart a father dies

Punch you in the eye to let you know that you alive

Lethal, multiply to equal

Bumpin see-bo on the way to Tahoe

I'm stage left, at the store remian chef

Man cook it up and keep it from the A-T-F

The barracuda, yo the rhyme roof shoota

Runnin down the stairs of the project do a

Kamakaze, rip your stargens for a hobby

And rip it in the lobby man while kickin it with bobby

You say the word, then here come the words put

Mustard on they rap and then fly like a bird

Songwriters

WRIGHT, JAMES QUENTON/CAREY, MARIAHPublished by

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