Woorden: Hell Rell. Bird.

Hell Rell:
This for all my niggaz buyin' birds man
It's kilo talk for the hustlers
Mexico, Columbia, Peru
Holla at me man
Ruger

Hook:
Nigga come see me if you wanna get a bird
If ya money right nigga you can get a bird
Bird bird bird, muthafucka that's the word
You damn right I'm workin', you hear the birds chirpin'
(Repeat)

Verse 1
Hell Rell:
Yo I met this right Dominican, he put me in power
So now I'm sittin' on it, yeah a shit load of powder
100 thou for me after I pay my connect
So I called these niggaz up, tell 'em pigeons on deck
Tone came through, he be in P-8
Took two of them things off of me and went on his way
I threw him a extra one cuz I know he respect my gun
He'd be stupid not the have my paper
Cuz he gon' floss now and end up dead later
I'm movin' the pies, and my connect is the baker
Check this shit, I took one bird, broke it down for the small hustlers
Most niggaz is buyin' bricks, but not all hustlers
You got your 10 gram niggaz, 20 gram niggaz
Hustlers that's movin' slow and they only want a O
I need all that money, see that cake in my eyes

And I'll bring it right to you nigga and save you the drive
Ruger

Hook

Verse 2
Bucks:
Yo, I'm int he coke spot, gun in my hand
We call papi for four bricks, I got one in my hand
Numb in my hand, my lil' homie run in the van
Ran out the house wit' his Mac out stuffin' the van
I'm muggin' for grams, shit, that ain't new to me money
I got Peruvian cats that wanna shoot me for money
And lose me for money
Hide me in the dirt somewhere
Cuz I snatch wallets like papi got some work somewhere
Snatch his bird for a bird and we can work from there
I know there's birds in his crib, ain't it chirps I hear
And them ain't Nextel chirps I hear, I'm on my movie shit
This hoe callin' from the room I'm on my coochy shit
Duct-tape her, Uzi shit, tyin' 'em up
He move birds to the hood, them niggaz buyin' 'em up
So imagine some rich nigga not givin' me pies
Man my chickens come in a box like Kennedy Fried
Bucks

Hook