Fly Like A Bird

(专辑： Conversation With A Devil: Cocaine Raps, Vol. 3 - 2003)

[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
Wrap it up like 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 chase and hide 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 niggaz, 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 niggaz
You niggaz ain't laced
Nigga, we lace niggaz 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 snakes 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 do a
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 niggaz up mayne
It's nothin mayne
It's my nigga Dre Dog mayne
You niggaz 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