Birdman Follow

f/ Stretch

[voice sample from Star Trek V]

I couldn't help but notice your pain

[My pain?]

It runs deep

Share it with me!

They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin' high with my four-five

Cocked on these suckas, time to die

Even as a youngster causin' ruckus on the back of the bus

i was a fool all through high school kickin' up dust

But now I'm labelled as a trouble maker who can you blame?

Smokin' weed helped me take away the pain

So I'm hopeless rollin' down the freeway swervin, don't worry

I'm about to crash up on the curb cause my visions blurry

Maybe if they tried to understand me, what should I do?

I had to feed my fuckin' family, what else could I do

but be a thug

out slangin' with the homies

fuck hangin' with them phonies in the club

got my mind on danger

never been a stranger to homicide

my cities full of gang bangers and drive bys

why do we die at an early age

he was so young

but still a victim of the 12 gauge

my memories of a corpse

mind full of sick thoughts

and I ain't goin back to court

so fuck what you thought I'm drinkin' hennessey

runnin from my enemies will I live to be 23

there's so much pain

(Chorus)

Ohhhh....

Tired of the Strain and the Pain

Ohhhh....

Tired of the Strain and the Pain

years and years of that rough life

runnin crazed and wild as a kid and growin tough with a knife

and livin trifed on the regular

bokin out competitors

see them take a move and take them down like a fuckin predator

get in trouble everyday in school

act a fool

and you know I had to break every rule

showin off for the bitches cause I had the mad rep

so I had to watch my back when it was time to step

But my grimiest grimeys with love for me

pop, pop, pop

and send a chuckle up above for me

Aiyyo currency kept passing me by, but I didn't cry

broke and head off with the pack and started sellin coke

And now the money's looking lovely

Pop the drop top and now the bitches wanna rub me

Kick 'em the game

it's all the same

i kick it back yo

Give 'em slack yo

and now they label me the mack yo

people check it

get disrespected if you front the the birdman

you heard man

catch a couple shots from the glock in my hand

Damn! At least I'm realistic with my biscuit

you know you get your ass twisted so run for cover

me and my man got a plan kickin' major dust

so if your on nigga look for the gauge to bust

a lot of pressure with the street fame

it's a deep game

and my mama always cryin'

yo there's so much pain

(Chorus)

Ohhhh...

Ohhhh...

They got me mobbin like I'm

loc'ed and ready to get my slug on

i load my clip and slip my motherfuckin' gloves on

i ain't scared to blast on these suckas if they test me

Trust, I got my glock cocked playa if they press me

Bust on motherfuckers with a - paaassion

Better duck cause I ain't lookin when I'm - blaaastin

I'm a nuttin drinkin Hennessey and gettin' high

On the lookout for my enemies, don't wanna die

Tell me why cause this stress is gettin' major

A buck-fifty across the face with my razor

what can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone

keep my brain on the game and stay head strong

these sorry bastards

want to kill me in my sleep but will they can I see

and everyday it just a struggle

steady thuggin' in the streets

and i'll be ballin' loc

don't let 'em make you worry

keep swingin' at these suckas till you buried

i was born to raise hell, a nigga from the gutta,

with a mother on drugs

I'm kickin dust up

ready to bust

I'm on the scene steady muggin' mean

until they kill me

i'll be livin this life

i know you feel me

there's so much pain

(Chorus)

Ohhh...

Tired of the Strain and the Pain

Ohhh...

Tired of the Strain and the Pain

Ohhh...

Tired of the Strain and the Pain

Ohhh...

Tired of the Strain and the Pain