[ESham]

Niggaz ain't loyal to the game

That's why the dope game is so fucked up now

Punk motherfuckers



[Verse One]

30 birds, 30 birds all I want is 30 birds

I'm never catchin cases, stead I'm clockin 3rd

I got 36 ounces, thousand grams of scams

anything over 500 is life so damn

I'm goin for broke, I ain't no joke when I flip flop

niggaz want static, automatically the clip pops

born into this life with no escape from playa hates

down to stack papes, goin pyscho like Norman Bates

amphetamines, the dope fiends, I stacks greens

damn, niggaz tryin to stick for my cream

my lifes turned upside down, don't fuck around

bustin bullets for stacks, so dead bodies is found

on a mission for money, shit seems funny to me

nigga try to take my birds and set 'em free

now how can this be, I heard he caught a federal case

caught with more dope in his crib than scarface

talkin to federalizes from Detroit to Cali

nigga tryin to catch me slippin like silly Sally

I dumped his body in the alley, and shot 'em a close range

nigga wasn't loyal to the game, so I popped his ass



[Chorus x2]

30 birds, 30 birds got no loyalty, 30 birds flew away

from me, them dirty birds



[Verse Two]

I got away as clean as a whistle, another 187 on my pistol

visions of my burial, got make another move 20 birds to go

life ain't nuthin but money, so I make snow

sometime it get slow, I get paranoid

jail and hell is 2 things that I can't avoid

mama always saw certain shit I couldn't see

its hard for me to see gone of v.s.o.p.

a deal is deal, plus I'm tryin to make a meal

feelin bad a nigga had to kill, just to stay real

it started out small time, big time, and no time

crime is my life, and my life is crime

I'm sick of seeing dope fiends, and burned down blocks

hearin screams, and 17 shots from hot glocks

back in the days, I used to roll down to crack spots

now I watch niggaz cry, right before they die

niggaz be snitchin, you cookin keys in your kitchen

buried a half a mill, in my backyard steel

through all the excitement, federal indictment

now I'm on the run, with 10 birds and a gun

and even if I get caught they only know my name

I ain't tellin no shit, cause I be loyal to this game



[Chorus x2]



[Verse Three]

I went to ten fuckin states, dropped of ten birds

1996, January, the 3rd, I was in a Detroit motel with a trick

thinkin bout goin out like Maserati Rick, our the Chambers family, Y.B.I

200 keys stole, like redbird and I, from all the shit I did, growin up as a kid

now they got my ass facing a lifetime bid, I'm on the run from the law

runnin out of time, goin out my mind, from my life of crime

seems I must a been slippin, didn't catch the setup

bullets flying through the window, and my bitch got wet up

seems I had to get my pay like Demetrius Holloway

down at the broadway, from the AK spray

as my heart stop beating all I was hoping, was not to

die with my eyes open



[Chorus x2]