Tekster:
The Slip Paper Birds

about. My land lord, has been shooting bullets into paper birds Heh, when he's drunk, he's immaculate, especially before noon What I'm trying to do, with these paper birds

money, on hand on my buddy, That's the AK47 made his neighborhood love me. Bullets like birds you can hear them bitches hummin, Don't let that bird shit

stop It's ten groups in my hood, but don't nobody drop Plus the block is hot an' this dope game cold Through rain, sleet or snow, birds gotta get sold Birds

my money, on hand on my buddy, That's the AK47 made his neighborhood love me. Bullets like birds you can hear them bitches hummin, Don't let that bird

block, block Niggaz with them gats, gats Niggaz on the strip, strip Puffin' them packs, packs To my workers that stays sharp like razors Play my part and blaze it, we braveheart with paper

the needle! He means the needle! (Michael) I've noticed my words on everyone's lips And women are always leaving me slips Of paper I'm supposed to get

cut me down And how that sound, when I'm the illa superhero Born and raised on that muthafucking underground Stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em Try to catch me slip

't, wouldn't file when it was over but yet it still started out, fools for real Now this of course was back when we sorta lacked this wit no paper or

highway or in public places we dumpin' on ya like that Nigga You Delinquent we on yo' ass like that [Chorus] You Delinquent muthafucka give up the pink slip