
Neck of the Woods Birdman (Ft. Lil Wayne)
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[Intro: Birdman]
Uptown!
Yeah
Yeah
Nigga!
[Chorus: Birdman]
Well, let me take you to the neck of the woods
In my hood (Uptown)
Show you what we livin' like
(Uptown)
Well, let me take you to the neck of the woods
In my hood (Uptown)
Show you what we livin' like
(Uptown)
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Chyeah! Gangsta to the core
Ankle-wrap flamer, paint your kitchen floor
With your whore, shit you can't ignore
Things you endure when you fucking with the boy!
All I heard was, "Weezy, don't kill me no more"
I hear your bullshit, I play matador
I'm out of category, I ain't there with y'all
I got a positive vibe, but I ain't scared of y'all
Get the kid negative, never that at all
That rat-a-tat go off, that blat-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak
I got a bitch so fine, her name "Pérignon"
She know how to stash quarters in her carry-on
I blow out-of-town grass when I'm out of town
Uptown in the building—not a sound
'Cause killers don't get heard about
They get whispered about or you get murdered out, nigga!
Uptown!
Yeah
Yeah
Nigga!
[Chorus: Birdman]
Well, let me take you to the neck of the woods
In my hood (Uptown)
Show you what we livin' like
(Uptown)
Well, let me take you to the neck of the woods
In my hood (Uptown)
Show you what we livin' like
(Uptown)
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Chyeah! Gangsta to the core
Ankle-wrap flamer, paint your kitchen floor
With your whore, shit you can't ignore
Things you endure when you fucking with the boy!
All I heard was, "Weezy, don't kill me no more"
I hear your bullshit, I play matador
I'm out of category, I ain't there with y'all
I got a positive vibe, but I ain't scared of y'all
Get the kid negative, never that at all
That rat-a-tat go off, that blat-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak
I got a bitch so fine, her name "Pérignon"
She know how to stash quarters in her carry-on
I blow out-of-town grass when I'm out of town
Uptown in the building—not a sound
'Cause killers don't get heard about
They get whispered about or you get murdered out, nigga!
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