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Lil Wayne

"Neck of the Woods"

[Intro]
(Uptown!)
Yeah, yeah, n*gga

[Chorus: Birdman]
Well let me take ya' to the neck of the woods
In my hood (uptown), show you what we livin' like (uptown)
Well let me take ya' 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
Wit' your whore, sh*t you can't ignore
Things you endure when you f*ckin' wit' the boy
All I heard was, "Weezy, don't kill me no more"
I hear your bullsh*t, I play matador
I'm outta categor-y, I ain't there wit' y'all
I got a positive vibe, but I ain't scared of y'all
Get the kid negative, never did that at all
That rat-a-tat go off, that blat-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak
I gotta b*tch so fine her name Pérignon
She know how to stash quarters in a carry-on
I blow outta town grass when I'm outta town
Uptown in the building: not a sound
Cuz killas don't get heard about
They get whispered about or you get murdered out, n*gga!

[Hook: Birdman & Lil Wayne]
Well let me take ya' to the neck of the woods
In my hood (uptown) show you what we livin' like
Walkin like a man, finger on the trigger
I got money in my pocket, I'm a uptown n*gga, n*gga!

Well let me take ya' to the neck of the woods
In my hood (uptown) show you what we livin' like
Walkin like a man, finger on the trigger
I got money in my pocket, I'm a uptown n*gga, n*gga!


[Verse 2: Birdman]
The first shot, the first n*gga got shot
We bust him open like a blunt on a Marley, n*gga (yeah)
A hundred Gs, n*gga, score some keys
Then we went to the hood and then we started to ballin', n*gga We know them people been paper chasin'
So we stay out the way, then we pull out the Harleys, n*gga
We keep the gauge close, in case you won't know
You come to the hood? I bet you a target, n*gga
It's all good 'til you catch a case
A n*gga never escape 'cause you addicted to money, n*gga
Well, let me bring you back yesterday
A lil' homie I know got full of that barma n*gga
f*ckin round wit' that Kid-N-Play
n*gga f*ckin with Gs, a n*gga twisted his body, n*gga
Well, let me tell you 'bout this game I know
(You keep flippin' dough, homie?) You'll be riding the flyest, n*gga

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Got it on your mind, let daddy say somethin'
All that play buckin', gon get your face buttoned up
Now when you smirk, you look like Jay-Z's shirt
f*ckin wit' that turf, I'm puffin' on that smurf
f*ck it, come holla!
And tell that poppa put away your dollas, your son got choppas
And if you got enemies, your son got enemies
That's uptown energy n*gga!

[Verse 4: Birdman]
Don't waste no time on no bullsh*t
If it ain't hood sh*t, we spend a lil paper n*gga
Well if you catch 'em in the hood n*gga
It's all good sh*t, go 'head, do me that favor n*gga
Well let me take you deep down in the inside
It's where they hustle and the homies try to get it right
It's when you got to ride, it's when the homie die
And the money can't stop the pain in the inside

[Hook]

[Outro: Birdman]
Please believe it! Birdman and Birdman Jr.!
We hear them b*tch ass n*ggas talking, you heard?
But we up by one, you heard?
They playing catch-up! Cash Money Millionaires!
Hot Beezoh! Birdman, holding it down!
You got a problem? You know how we rock, homie!
Hold Uptown down, big dog! Big dog! You heard me?

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