Who Got Tha Birds lyrics

{Baby}
Fa'sho n*gga

{B.G.}
Black Connection back up on that ass once again

{Baby}
All the time

{B.G.}
Somethin' to blow somethin' n*gga

{Baby}
n*gga Pimp Daddy fool

{B.G.}
Uptown for life

{Baby}
Like this n*gga

{Baby}
I shuffle my money, like a card game on the cool and
f*ck mo hoes then that green done sold {Fa'sho}
I beat my b*tches out a pocket when they break the rule
{b*tch give me mine}
And I'm a cut these n*gga's when I'm drunk actin' a fool
Big Bro, wusup n*gga, let me use yo f*ckin' tool
I need the chopper Mag-11 so I can act a fool {Chopper, Chopper}
They got some n*gga's from Texas, comin' down with some birds
So what's the word n*gga, {jack 'em} straight serve
Chorus: {Mannie Fresh}

I got some birds n*gga {what}
Y'all ready to serve n*gga {what}
Spread 'em out good n*gga {what}
Cuz this hood is your's n*gga {Fa'sho n*gga look}

{Baby}
I went from rag's to riches, I went from riches to rag'
Now I'm saggin' in my b*tch {B I heard you puttin' yo foot}
In them hoes ass, {Huh-bra} pass me the gar
n*gga blow me a gun, snort some dope fool
Time to have some fun {I'm prepared, I'm prepared}
They got some n*gga's down in LA comin' with some ki's
What's the word n*gga {Jack 'em straight serve}

Chorus

{B.G.}
Well n*gga best's to hide that Ye because
I'm a jack move, I'm try'na come up
Lil' Doogie, on a stack move
Motherf*cker, if you ballin' best believe I got's to have it
Out to get mine, I ain't no hoe so I'm a grab it
If you worse up, you ducked taped in the back of the trunk
Call his people, tell 'em I want twenty for this chump
It's goin' two way's he get sprayed, I get paid
Try some funny flicke sh*t, he on Amanester dead
With a slug in his motherf*ckin' dome
They was tight with that drug money so I had to
Send 'em home, victim of that chrome
I'm straight takin' it, ain't fakin' it
Ya heard me, robbin' and hustlin' is a B.G. way of makin' it
So if you got it, keep it on that down low
Cuz I'm a test ya if know, try to play you like a hoe
Punk b*tch, I'm take yo sh*t when I'm try'na come up
Them o'l coward ass n*gga's got's to drop drop
Chorus

{Lil' Ya}
My n*gga P-I-M-P Daddy started off young
Snatchin' emblem's off them Caddy's
Then he went on, and started stealin' car's
Respect no b*tch, he called 'em all broad's
My n*gga had a talent that couldn't be f*cked with me
Now he's dead and gone, all cuz a b*tch
He used to shine with that iron, a Pimp
That never wined or dined, and he always rocked
Club 49, I let him meet my manager and
B-tro-duce, promised him he get better but and
Had to leave them buster's alone
Left Full Pack, and got with the Black Connection and it was on
We used to hit the rode, and make a lot of mil
The day I went to jail, my n*gga fell
It hurt me to my heart, to hear my n*gga got smoked
It's time for the Black, the Gat's let's handle business Lok
We got to put them birds on the side
This n*gga, f*cked over my boy, uhh , this n*gga gotta die
It took a coward to kill him, now's he's in jail and a n*gga
Steady nailin' him, and if he hit the street again
Lil' Ya gonna do him in, because Pimp was my motherf*ckin' friend

{Rest in Peace my n*gga Pimp Daddy}