Bird - Face off lyrics

rate me

ay yo,

i feel like a caged dog, bite your brains off/

i'm a pit they should've never took the chains off/

life a bitch your way hard 'til we face off/

the louisville gon' treat your melon like a baseball/

man, they talkin' like they get the cane off/

the only time they flip pies is workin' @ a day job/

they got me fucked up revin' like a chainsaw/

when they see me treat me like a holiday, break off/

softer than a baby dove but they claimin' thug/

say he blood bang wit cuz i make 'em take a slug/

o you soldier where your boots at lace 'em up/

rap a lot i'll scar ya face up you aint sayin' much/

damn i grip the pen until my hand hurts/

to build a empire up you gotta plan first/

alot of people want to see me in the damn hearst/

so i make my shorty keep the 40 in her handpurse/

boy don't lemme see you on my damn turf/

i nail 'em to the ground when i pound 'em with the hammerwork/

if raps a band then your lookin at the manager/

i'm from outerspace but i reign over planet earth/

you aint hip-hop ya flip flop flannel shirts/

i hear 'em yell geronimo when i let the cannon burst/

so if you gangsta be gangsta don't fuck wit me/

take advice from the good lord and turn the other cheek/

it's like i work on a farm i be crushin beats/

i love my greens but i don't eat nohtin' but the beef/

son i'm a fuckin' beast wit a gutter lean/

plus i gotta men over hand like butterbean/

fuck ya dreams pivot to another scene/

i'm in the streets pullin' stunts like i'm buddy lee/

call me money man knots in a rubbber band/

plus the blam blamma clutched in the other hand/

44's to ya jaw like the son of sam/

stuck in lover's lane will get you smoked like a honeyham/

i piece out every pack into a 100 grams/

it's mr. i can't believe its not butta man/

i got other plans to get up out the gutta man/

i'll be climbin' through ya window like i'm brotha man/

hug the fuckin' ground when i let the clip go/

or the missiles will have you landin' on the fifth flo'/

real talk you don't wanna hear the semi blow/

so gimme dough or kiss the barrel like a missletoe/

(ill) make 'em eat a nina bar/

let it bang at his face watch 'em slide like a visa card/

its a fucked up they don't wanna see a g in charge/

rappers nowadays should be dancin' in a leotard/

fuck 'em all i'm only checkin' on lames/

how could you say crank dat's respect for the game/

i'm gettin' it in show respect for the name/

ya movin' way to slow get the fuck out my lane/

i'm goin' for augusto the flow is so cut throat/

and ya bars are only half raw like cut dope/

you want war get slump when the pump blow/

i'll put you in the air like you playin' wit a jumprope/

i'm mad paranoid so i keep the gun close/

spit retarded what i'm sayin' is i got dumb flow/

put me in the door all i need is one show/

to get me to the stage instead of sittin' in front row/

i love hip-hop the same way i love life/

i'm plannin' out my take over all i need is one mic/

they tough right actin like they pump whtie/

i'll eat 'em up for lunch shit all i need is one bite/

yall aint rap pros ya sound like assholes/

ya feelin' froggy i gotta clip full of tadpoles/

i rap for the sake of stackin' up my cash flow/

i want angry cash yea i'm talkin bout mad dough/

they sneakin' in the game climbin through a rat hole/

i'm kickin' down the front door lettin' both the gats blow/

i murder tracks yea spit murder raps/

yall don't let the burner clap or do time for a murder wrap/

burn ya back ya funnier than bernie mac/

i'm greasy in the streets shit my nickname is burger fat/

bird is back the shit i spit will make the earth collapse/

reverse the track you can feel the planet start to surface back/

word to rap you cant find me a worhty match/

the games full of clowns shit its lookin' like a circuis act/

fuck a tux i aint jumpin' in a suit and tie/

these foolish movie guys actin' like they movin' pies/

abusin' lines fuck ya stupid music rhymes/

chew the 9 or rap either way ya choosin' suicide/

i'm rap's po' pimp the game has been do or die/

i keep the hardware shit i'm a human computer drive/

i keep the shotty close handle it the tookie way/

or throw some knuckles to a pussy's face like sugar ray/

hit the booth make sure you cowards spit the truth/

cuz i gotta rifle on me now that can lift a moose/ Birdie

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Thanks to James Nicholson COPYRIGHT 2008