Ugh! We dropped again on you bitch ass, niggaz! (Laughing) Every album like a bird! If you buy Trill shit Then you buy that real shit! And the D.A. and the judge gone get it If they don't free Pimp C, bitch! And when I drop shit, it's hot shit! You know I ain lyin' I only gave y'all half the shit, but I got more in my mind! If you heard that green and yellow cd You bout love a lil nigga! You a girl, in this thug world You might wanna fuck a lil nigga! I don't really give a fuck About the fortune and fame I want the money So my daughter wouldn't have to beg, no mane! I'm in the studio, daily nigga! Wit my pen and my pad Where I run rhymes about my life And how I'm missin' my dad Dedicated, to makin' these hundreds I get paid for my shows Niggaz hate it, cause' my name That's what takin' these hoes! Thirty-six zones, on the fuckin shelf at the stores Ya better get before it goes! .....And Every album like a bird....steady flippin! Every album like a bird! My first album was bout a 7 (It was aight) But I talk me some shit About this world About these girls And how I dog, my bitch! My next album was bootleg Ain even come to the stores Cause a nigga stole it And they sold it for the price of some