Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Neck Of The Woods, artist - Birdman. Album song Fast Money, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
Neck Of The Woods |
| Uptown... |
| Yeah...yeah...nigga |
| 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) |
| Shhh... |
| Gangsta to the core |
| Ankle wrap flamer |
| Paint your kitchen floor |
| Wit' your whore |
| Shit you can't ignore |
| Things you endure when you fuckin' wit' the boy |
| All I heard was Weezy don't kill me no more |
| I hear your bullshit |
| I play matador |
| I'm outta category |
| 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 |
| A black kak kak kak |
| I got a bitch 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 |
| 'Cause killas don't get heard about |
| They get whispered about |
| Or you get murdered out (nigga) |
| 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 trigga' |
| Got money in my pocket, I'm a uptown nigga NIGGA!) |
| 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 trigga' |
| Got money in my pocket, I'm a uptown nigga NIGGA!) |
| Look... |
| The first shot |
| The first nigga got shot |
| We bust him open like a blunt on a Marley nigga (yeah) |
| A hundred G's |
| Nigga score some keys |
| Then we went to the hood and then we started to ball nigga (started to ball) |
| We know them people been paper chasin |
| So we stay out the way then we pull out the Harleys nigga |
| We keep the gauge close, incase you wan' know |
| You come to the hood I bet you a target nigga |
| It's all good till you catch a case |
| A nigga never escape cause you addicted to money nigga |
| Well let me bring you back yesterday |
| A lil' homie I know he got full of that barma nigga |
| Fuckin' round wit' that 'kid and play' |
| Nigga fuckin' wit' G's a nigga twisted his body nigga |
| Well let me tell you 'bout this game I know |
| You keep flippin' dough homie and you'll be ridin' the flyest nigga |
| 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 |
| Fuckin' wit' that turf, I'm puffin' on that smurf |
| Fuck it come holla, I'm tellin' poppa put away your dollars |
| Your son got choppas |
| And if you got enemies (yeah) |
| Your son got enemies (believe that) |
| That's uptown energy, nigga! |
| Don't waste no time on no bullshit |
| If it ain't hood shit |
| We'll spend a lil' paper nigga |
| Well if you catch'em in the hood nigga |
| It's all good shit |
| Go 'head do me that favor nigga |
| Well let me take you down deep 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 |