| Uptown...
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| Yeah...yeah...nigga
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| Well let me take ya' to the neck of the woods
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| In my hood (uptown)
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| Show you what we livin' like (uptown)
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| Well let me take ya' to the neck of the woods
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| In my hood (uptown)
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| Show you what we livin' like (uptown)
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| Shhh...
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| Gangsta to the core
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| Ankle wrap flamer
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| Paint your kitchen floor
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| Wit' your whore
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| Shit you can't ignore
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| Things you endure when you fuckin' wit' the boy
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| All I heard was Weezy don't kill me no more
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| I hear your bullshit
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| I play matador
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| I'm outta category
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| I ain't there wit' y'all
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| I got a positive vibe but I ain't scared of y'all
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| Get The kid negative, never did that at all
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| That rat a tat go off
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| A black kak kak kak
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| I got a bitch so fine her name Pérignon
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| She know how to stash quarters in a carry-on
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| I blow outta town grass when I'm outta town
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| Uptown in the building not a sound
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| 'Cause killas don't get heard about
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| They get whispered about
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| Or you get murdered out (nigga)
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| Well let me take ya' to the neck of the woods
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| In my hood (uptown)
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| Show you what we livin' like
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| (walkin' like a man, finger on the trigga'
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| Got money in my pocket, I'm a uptown nigga NIGGA!)
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| Well let me take ya' to the neck of the woods
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| In my hood (uptown)
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| Show you what we livin' like
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| (walkin' like a man,finger on the trigga'
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| Got money in my pocket, I'm a uptown nigga NIGGA!)
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| Look...
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| The first shot
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| The first nigga got shot
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| We bust him open like a blunt on a Marley nigga (yeah)
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| A hundred G's
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| Nigga score some keys
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| Then we went to the hood and then we started to ball nigga (started to ball)
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| We know them people been paper chasin
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| So we stay out the way then we pull out the Harleys nigga
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| We keep the gauge close, incase you wan' know
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| You come to the hood I bet you a target nigga
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| It's all good till you catch a case
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| A nigga never escape cause you addicted to money nigga
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| Well let me bring you back yesterday
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| A lil' homie I know he got full of that barma nigga
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| Fuckin' round wit' that 'kid and play'
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| Nigga fuckin' wit' G's a nigga twisted his body nigga
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| Well let me tell you 'bout this game I know
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| You keep flippin' dough homie and you'll be ridin' the flyest nigga
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| Got it on your mind let daddy say somethin'
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| All that play buckin'
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| Gon' get your face buttoned up
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| Now when you smirk
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| You look like Jay-z's shirt
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| Fuckin' wit' that turf, I'm puffin' on that smurf
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| Fuck it come holla, I'm tellin' poppa put away your dollars
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| Your son got choppas
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| And if you got enemies (yeah)
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| Your son got enemies (believe that)
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| That's uptown energy, nigga!
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| Don't waste no time on no bullshit
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| If it ain't hood shit
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| We'll spend a lil' paper nigga
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| Well if you catch'em in the hood nigga
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| It's all good shit
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| Go 'head do me that favor nigga
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| Well let me take you down deep in the inside
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| It's where they hustle and the homies try to get it right
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| It's when you got to ride
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| It's when the homie die
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| And the money can't stop the pain in the inside |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Neck Of The Woods , by - Birdman. Song from the album Fast Money, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп