Fly Like a Bird

[Dubee] Yeah, bitch Dre and the mothafuck Dog Yeah the one (backflip) Believe it, you know I'm sayin This that bay shit, you know I'm sayin That real shit, from back then to now [Andre Nickatina] Man I'm a coke rap spitter A hair pin trigger A crime rhyme dealer is illa but on the realer Spin around tornado lust for the words Rap it up, light dope, fly like a bird Nothin but bakin soda the motorola do it well Up in your face man with somethin to sell I'm like a chronic vision pigeon tiga spinnin in time Two 45's, 357's, and 9's My figure eight, is real is not fake Strawberry soda, garlic bread, and steak Ahead of the chasin high behind the wheel You talk for money and we can make a deal [Dubee] Make a deal you square ass nigga We bay stunnas bitch Turf top niggas, nigga from the street up Nigga, can you feel it [Andre Nickatina] I'm not a screw face, I keep my boots lace Then listen to the homies brag about they gun case They off taste, crank beat with more bass My court date, in I came in hella late No cross game, wear rangs with no chains Holla at the god if you a rap cat mayne Nickel plated, got a image is penetrated I put that on my life I'm glad you never made it Raw hide, all in my bloodline You never find a drug like me of no kind Don't hide, cause it makes it more divine To put you in the fire in line on Valentine's February, or was it January I lose my memeory when it come to you canaries It's necessary, on guard with what you carry Split the middle open swisher then add the blueberry [Dubee] Unravel the backwud nigga With you stupid ass That's what's wrong with you niggas You niggas ain't laced Nigga, we lace niggas like boots [Andre Nickatina] I'm not a damn fool I live by Bay rules Bay slang, and I'm doin my bay thang Make change, get bread to kick game I know you got ass but you's a lame freak dame No shame, and I'm greed to the brain You know the pitbull is off the ch-ch-chain To the lane, on the freeway of pain I don't spend dollars on expensive champagne Rip hearts, and I pound the Skylarks Pedal to the madal in my Wu-Tang Clarks New suade, from the stage to the grave Hot day, these pistols in the shade It ain't strange, motherfucker you sell caine Add a little color to the picture frame The rhyme cheetah, throw on a wife-beater T-shirt, jeans, tennis shoes didn't see ya [Dubee] Din't see ya mayne Gotta get away from you mayne We shake it spit shit like v mayne You know I'm sayin The new nigga to table mayne Bring it all mayne [Andre Nickatina] Man this analogy, is a new strategy And this academy, is headed for a tragedy It sound to me that your tryin to break free And stakes 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 standin right there with my Fillmoe pose When a child cries, In a heart a father dies Punch you in the eye to let you know that you alive Meetho, multiply the equal Bumpin C-Bo, on the way to Tahoe I'm stage left, at the store remain chef Man cook it up and keep it from the ATF The Barrucuda, yo the rhyme roof shooter Runnin down the stairs of the projects doer Kamikaze, grip your style just for a hobby And rippin in the lobby, man while kickin it with Bobby You say the work then here come the work Put mustard on it, wrap it up, fly like a bird [Dubbe] And eat these niggas up mayne It's nothin mayne It's my nigga Dre Dog mayne You niggas better get hip to this shit mayne If you can't dig it like a shovel man (backflip) I guess you ain't able Nigga, more than rap cats mayne This bay shit mayne, thuggin nigga All-star shit fool