Artist: Pimp Daddy f/ B.G., Big Tymers, Lil' Ya Album: Pimp'n Ain't E-Z Song: Who Got Tha Birds Typed by: Platinumknicca@aol.com {Baby} Fa'sho nigga {B.G.} Black Connection back up on that ass once again {Baby} All the time {B.G.} Somethin' to blow somethin' nigga {Baby} Nigga Pimp Daddy fool {B.G.} Uptown for life {Baby} Like this nigga {Baby} I shuffle my money, like a card game on the cool and Fuck mo hoes then that green done sold {Fa'sho} I beat my bitches out a pocket when they break the rule {Bitch give me mine} And I'm a cut these nigga's when I'm drunk actin' a fool Big Bro, wusup nigga, let me use yo fuckin' tool I need the chopper Mag-11 so I can act a fool {Chopper, Chopper} They got some nigga's from Texas, comin' down with some birds So what's the word nigga, {jack 'em} straight serve Chorus: {Mannie Fresh} I got some birds nigga {what} Y'all ready to serve nigga {what} Spread 'em out good nigga {what} Cuz this hood is your's nigga {Fa'sho nigga look} {Baby} I went from rag's to riches, I went from riches to rag' Now I'm saggin' in my bitch {B I heard you puttin' yo foot} In them hoes ass, {Huh-bra} pass me the gar Nigga blow me a gun, snort some dope fool Time to have some fun {I'm prepared, I'm prepared} They got some nigga's down in LA comin' with some ki's What's the word nigga {Jack 'em straight serve} Chorus {B.G.} Well nigga best's to hide that Ye because I'm a jack move, I'm try'na come up Lil' Doogie, on a stack move Motherfucker, if you ballin' best believe I got's to have it Out to get mine, I ain't no hoe so I'm a grab it If you worse up, you ducked taped in the back of the trunk Call his people, tell 'em I want twenty for this chump It's goin' two way's he get sprayed, I get paid Try some funny flicke shit, he on Amanester dead With a slug in his motherfuckin' dome They was tight with that drug money so I had to Send 'em home, victim of that chrome I'm straight takin' it, ain't fakin' it Ya heard me, robbin' and hustlin' is a B.G. way of makin' it So if you got it, keep it on that down low Cuz I'm a test ya if know, try to play you like a hoe Punk bitch, I'm take yo shit when I'm try'na come up Them o'l coward ass nigga's got's to drop drop Chorus {Lil' Ya} My nigga P-I-M-P Daddy started off young Snatchin' emblem's off them Caddy's Then he went on, and started stealin' car's Respect no bitch, he called 'em all broad's My nigga had a talent that couldn't be fucked with me Now he's dead and gone, all cuz a bitch He used to shine with that iron, a Pimp That never wined or dined, and he always rocked Club 49, I let him meet my manager and B-tro-duce, promised him he get better but and Had to leave them buster's alone Left Full Pack, and got with the Black Connection and it was on We used to hit the rode, and make a lot of mil The day I went to jail, my nigga fell It hurt me to my heart, to hear my nigga got smoked It's time for the Black, the Gat's let's handle business Lok We got to put them birds on the side This nigga, fucked over my boy, uhh , this nigga gotta die It took a coward to kill him, now's he's in jail and a nigga Steady nailin' him, and if he hit the street again Lil' Ya gonna do him in, because Pimp was my motherfuckin' friend {Rest in Peace my nigga Pimp Daddy}