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richie rich - if lyrics

[ -this song is styled after ice-t’s ‘6 ‘n the morning’- ]

to all my hustler n-gg-s
to all the m-th-f-ckas out there that’s rollin
you know what i’m talkin bout?
f-ckin with the birds…

check this out
bring me back a soda and i don’t mean a sprite
i need the armor hammer so my sh-t’ll bounce right
i was cookin dope, bringin back full moons
f-ck till november, i be gone till june
summer ain’t sh-t if you ain’t got the c-ke
flipped a drop-top with the all-gold spokes
oakland gettin money, n-gg-, f-ck what you heard
out of town n-gg-s livin half a bird

what you f-ckin with?
tell em what you f-ckin with
i’m pushin birds…

seen my n-gg- in a benz and he spin in a ditch
he be movin things for like 13.6
try to tell his n-gg- how he hatin the game
let’s get them driver numbers, 18 a thing
wanna-be n-gg-s can’t tell him sh-t
two weeks p-ss, heard that n-gg- got hit
found him in the hills with a d-ck in his mouth
stupid m-th-f-cka, game turned him out

smoked
the n-gg- got smoked
violated f-ckin with them birds…

n-gg-s round the world screamin they want some
used to get my sh-t from a straight columb’
cracker f-cked around and locked the connect down
now only mex hold weight in the town
dippin in the thangs feelin cash for dubs
now that’s the type of sh-t that get your -ss f-cked up
i’m spendin big bread so i need the cream
cook 10 zips, bring back 14
heard em in a drop on the strenght of a?
holdin all that dough but i swear it ain’t him
n-gg-s in the town gettin mad at the rich
learn the game, punk, buy your dope through a b-tch

cause i ain’t f-ckin with you
snitch n-gg-, i ain’t f-ckin with you
have your b-tch get your birds…

i’m puttin up numbers so i’m changin the stats
you all know by now, yes, a n-gg- need gats
all my israeli with the gaza chops
fully automatic, brand new in the box
a funny style n-gg- but his guns be good
he used to own a liquor store right up in the hood
smelly m-th-f-cka, sto’ filled with nats
never woulda thought he had the gats
made his -ss a offer at a thousand a bird
with this type of sh-t i knew his -ss’ll stay in fur
either way it go i’m spendin loot
cause n-gg-s got the word that it’s birds in the coop

and they stay in there
n-gg-, ak’s in there
come and try to get my birds…

2.2 36 or a g
hard or soft, that b-i-r-d
man’s best friend, n-gg-, f-ck a dog
never got to feed him, plus he bought me a hog
my bike worth 50, benz worth a hun’
unrecouped, i do this rap sh-t for fun
don’t get it twisted, n-gg-, catch it cause it’s real
had a presidential way ‘fore i had a deal

believe me
i’m born and raised with em
n-gg-, i stays with em
pluckin feathers off the birds…

to all my m-th-f-ckin cola-rollers
out of m-th-f-ckin controllers
understand me?
get that bread, n-gg-
crack pays
in so many m-th-f-ckin ways
i used to sell $2 rocks
n-gg-, $1.5 rocks, n-gg-
on the real, i had 80 cent rocks

- richie rich lyrics

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