Neck of the Woods Lyrics & Tabs by Baby
Neck of the Woods
guitar chords lyrics
WAYNE: gangsta to the core, ankle rapped flame or, paint chipped kitchen floor,
wit your whore, shits u cant ignore, things u endore when fuckin wit the boi,
all i heard was weezy dont kill me no more, i hear ur bullshit i play madadore,
im outta category i aint there wit yall, i got a positive vibe but i aint scared of yall,
get the the kid nigga then never let it on, and let the caco off... akakakakaka
i gotta bitch so fine her name pereon... she know how to stash quarters in the carry-on,
i blew outta town, dressed when im outta town, uptown in the building... not a sound,
cause killas dont get heard about, they get whispered about or u get murdered out NIGGA.
Chorus (baby and lil wayne) (X2)
BABY: well lemme take u through the neck of the woods in ma hood,
show u what we livin like...
WAYNE: runnin like a man, finger on the trigger,
i got money in ma pocket im a uptown nigga NIGGA
BABY: The first shot, the first nigga got shot, we bust em' open like a blunt on the marley nigga,
a hundred G's a nigga score some ki's, and then we went to the hood, and then we started the ballin nigga,
i got money in ma pocket im a uptown nigga NIGGA
BABY: The first shot, the first nigga got shot, we bust em' open like a blunt on the marley nigga,
a hundred G's a nigga score some ki's, and then we went to the hood, and then we started the ballin nigga,
we know them people been paper chased, so we stay out the way then we pull out the hardest nigga,
we keep the gash closed, in case u want know, u come through the hood i bet u's a target nigga,
its all good till u catch a case, a nigga never escape cause u addicted to money nigga,
well lemme bring u back yesterday, a lil homie i know he got full of that barma nigga,
fuckin around wit that kid in play, nigga fuckin wit g's a nigga twisted his body nigga,
well lemme tell u bout this game i know, u keep flippin dough homie and you'll be ridin the flys nigga,
Chorus x2
WAYNE: got it on ya mind let daddy say somethin,
all the play buckin gon get your face buttoned up,
now when u smirk u look like J-Z's shirt,
fuckin wit the turf, im puffin on that smurf,
fuck ya come holla and tell ya poppa,
put away ur dollars ur son got choppers,
and if u got enemies ur son got enemies thats uptown energy NIGGA
BABY: dont waste no time on no bullshit it aint hood shit,
well spend a lil paper nigga,
but if u catch him in the hood nigga its all good shit,
go ahead do me that favor nigga, well let me take u deep down on the inside,
its where they hustle and a homies tryin to get it right,
its where u got the ride, its when a homie die,
and the money cant stop the pain on the inside,
chorus x2...baby talking... end
