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Baby Aka The Bird Man lyrics

Neck Of The Woods

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[Intro] Uptown..... Yeah...yeah..nigga Well let me take to to the neck of the woods In my hood (uptown) Show you wat we livin like (uptown) Well let me take to to the neck of the woods In my hood (uptown) Show you wat we livin like (uptown) [Lil Wayne] Shhh Gangsta to the core Ankle wrap flamer Paint your kicthen floor Wit ur whore Shit you can't ignore Things you indore when u fuckin wit the boy All i hear is weezy don't kill me no more I hear your bullshit I play mat at door I'm not a category I aint there wit ya'll I got a positive vibe but i ain't scared of ya'll Git the kid nigga did never that at all That rat a tat go off A black kak kak kak I gotta bitch so fine her name perrion(?) She no how to stash quarters in a carry on I blow outta town grass when i'm outta town Uptown in the buildin not a sound Cuz killas don't get heard about They get whispered about Or you get murdered out (nigga) [Chorus: Birdman (Lil Wayne)] Well let me take to to the neck of the woods In my hood uptown Show you wat we livin like (walkin like a man Finger on the tigger got money in my pocket I'm a uptown nigga NIGGA!) Well let me take to to the neck of the woods In my hood uptown Show you wat we livin like (walkin like a man Finger on the tigger got money in my pocket I'm a uptown nigga NIGGA!) [Birdman] 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 hardest nigga We keep the gats close,incase you wan know You come to the hood i bet you a target nigga Its all good till you catch a case A nigga never escape cuz you edicted to money nigga Well let me bring you back yesterday I lil homie i know got full of that barma nigga Fuckin round wit that kid and play Nigga fuckin wit gs a nigga twisted his body nigga Well let me tell you bout this game i know You keep flippin dough homie you'll be ridin the flyest nigga [Chorus: Birdman (Lil Wayne)] Well let me take to to the neck of the woods In my hood uptown Show you wat we livin like (walkin like a man Finger on the tigger got money in my pocket I'm a uptown nigga NIGGA!) Well let me take to to the neck of the woods In my hood uptown Show you wat we livin like (walkin like a man Finger on the tigger got money in my pocket I'm a uptown nigga NIGGA!) [Lil Wayne] Got it on your mind let daddy say sumtin 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 and tell that poppa put away your dollas Your son got choppas And if you got enemies (yeah) Your son got enemies (believe that) That's uptown energy nigga! [Birdman] Don't waste no time on no bullshit If it ain't hood shit We 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 gotta ride It's when the homie die And the money can't stop the pain in the inside [Chorus: Birdman (Lil Wayne)] Well let me take to to the neck of the woods In my hood uptown Show you wat we livin like (walkin like a man Finger on the tigger got money in my pocket I'm a uptown nigga NIGGA!) Well let me take to to the neck of the woods In my hood uptown Show you wat we livin like (walkin like a man Finger on the tigger got money in my pocket I'm a uptown nigga NIGGA!) Uptown...[repeat] [Birdman talks till end]

In The Car With Us

Gonzoe "If I Live Nothing Happens"
[Verse 1 - Gonzoe] Collar poppin at hoes like that Look, I graduated from shin and shoes to gators Cause this year, we got a hell of a start like the Lakers Got real plugs, I'm a criminal, turned rapper Happy to sell drugs I'm happy we got above Cause others, there's places they can hurt theyselve And I'm stressin we took a loss from twelve What the hell That's the trouble to come along with it Better just forget it Comin new and mail the bitch out before she start slitchin In the night and broad daylight With the headlights Do it right, fiendin for summer chrome pipes T.V.'s, stutterin hoes Terrible weed, smoke on the O.T. With a workin mack and a keys, it's me Ritz baby, the nigga who named Comin up with your lady Drivin California crazy fuckin with my homie All y'all can die slow And that's the same homie I'd kill all you for Thats my testimony I'mma die with silk on me Amongst the criminals Get my money after the funeral Put me away for better days Keep hustlin Get that money Think about yesterday It's on Chorus [Gonzoe King Lou] That's how we drivin in the car with us We dirty and grindin in the car with us This here, how we survivin in the car with us I ain't lyin when you rollin in the car with us, nigga That's how we drivin in the car with us We dirty and grindin in the car with us This here, how we survivin in the car with us I ain't lyin when you rollin in the car with us, yeah [Verse 2 - King Lou] Keepin it low hater Chillin, tease the tailors Livin major For who wanna know, I can't save ya I bring it down with no fatal or fake nature They try to play us Mad players, jealous cause they pay us Hater they always want to criticize Cause I'm only servin sacks in the mornin Keepin my money flowin Throwin product at the back door That's a fact though Get caught with crack though Do more than two to four What's the reason for the season Servin niggaz with heatin Mother fuckers is cheatin In this game we competin I'm in the lex though Sippin ruby with the blue beanie Gettin blowed by a hoe I don't know To smoke beedies Indeedy Get money cause I'm greedy Playa alert, I front work to the needy Niggaz stay cheesy Gotta get my green And the car that I drive on the scene You rollin with us? C'est la vie Chorus [Verse 3 - Gonzoe] I hit the world first Prayin to God 'unlift the curse' What's worse, move the turf Pay your homage on the first Of course While I sort my thoughts with Newport's And do pour, you short hit from dick Came for ya, you can't stick it Stretch half a chick and what's next Crack her down, get in position Let the things do they glistenin Keep flippin Couldn't beat it outta me Do away with me I'll go to my grave With the anthology Camaraderie You made me (you made me) To appreciate this liquor nigga and get crazy! (crazy) I'm livin my last days You went out Blaze with the rest You eatin with the enemy Aim for the head they got vests Livin my last days of death There's nothing left Until they lay me down I won't rest, I won't rest I'm a fuckin soldier (variations of chorus until end)

I Smoke, I Drink

Magic
[Magic Intro] B-Doctor! Let's welcome em to the Vault baby Do it big nigga! Do it big nigga! Do it big nigga! Stupid ass nigga [Chorus: Magic] Repeat 2x I smoke (Yea!), I drank (Yea!) I'm supposed to stop but I can't (Uh-huh) I'ma dog (Yea!), I love hoes (Yea!) And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes Do it big then I do it big nigga 3x [Verse 1: Youngbleed] So many ways to get paid Better, keep, fake, i.d. Sure yall don't try me It's murder, I'm a server Lyric life sentence Relentless, a menace to society Full of robberies so **** it I hop in the bubble Wrap the Beretta wit a rag That glock in the Cutlass Nigga I'm always hustlin And yea, round the Cadillacs The alibam's a must (Uh-huh, yea yea) Crimey and grimey weed smuckers (Uh-huh, yea yea) Money and weed, you know my mind see on the Don Don P With Mr. Magic and Traffic blowin some bomb weed (Uh-huh, yea yea) In your mind, I call my pistol cause it stay by me (Uh-huh) That's like my brother, lucky mothers We ain't nothin to see (Uh-huh) Or like my nigga Pete, but Uncle Pete Or my partner Moe Pete, and Low Key Nigga, you know me man It ain't no thang to c*** it back and make you shake thug bang Grab the weed, rhyming the coke name nigga, what's up [Chorus] Repeat 2x I smoke (Yea!), I drank (Yea!) I'm supposed to stop but I can't (Uh-huh) I'ma dog (Yea!), I love hoes (Yea!) And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes Do it big then I do it big nigga 3x [Verse 2: Mr. Magic] I ain't got nuthin but d*** for you hoes I won't trick, I ain't sick for you hoes I ain't got nuthin to give to no nigga Deal wit no nigga, chill wit no nigga I'ma keep a stack of that funny smelling tobacco Pistol in my hand, nigga ready to act a God damn fool, ignorant muthaf***a bout to lose my cool Let me smoke a goose so I can calm my nerves Find me a duck, get some head in the Burb I'ma fool on them hoes nigga That's my word, show me a dime and I'm bet I'm gettin served Everybody know me probably saw me half-c***ed Drunk, high in the club bout to get it hot Louisiana nigga, down here we getting bucked (Bucked!) And if we ain't fighting, it's probably cause we too f***ed up! [Chorus] Repeat 2x I smoke (Yea!), I drank (Yea!) I'm supposed to stop but I can't (Uh-huh) I'ma dog (Yea!), I love hoes (Yea!) And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes Do it big then I do it big nigga 3x [Boosie Talking] I do it big Lil Boosie do it big boy Feel this here, check this out Look [Verse 3: Lil Boosie] I smoke, I drank, I tote that iron (That iron) Eyes stay red, and my guhl stay fine I'ma problem child, I know you heard I ain't no turtle, I'ma crocodile (Crocodile!) And I'll serve ya See Lil Boosie from that South Side (That South Side!) In they mouth got bout five Got them Tees with dem Ree's wit dem black and white cowel (Cowel!) I want Ashanti, Beyonce and Trina So I could hit her from the back, like I do my black nina I miss my nigga Soulja Slim (Rest In Peace), and that's for real So in your memory I pop a pill, c*** the steel If you don't like it you could take it to that level That go the mo light, mo won't you come and meet the Devil Look, I'na put two labels on my back and start walking (Start walking!) And it ain't in six states now I got everybody talking Look, and I thug (I thug), with my thugs (My thugs) We getting paid from the block to the club That's what's up nigga [Chorus] Repeat 2x I smoke (Yea!), I drank (Yea!) I'm supposed to stop but I can't (Uh-huh) I'ma dog (Yea!), I love hoes (Yea!) And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes Do it big then I do it big nigga 3x

Tha Block Is Hot

LIL' WAYNE "Tha Block Is Hot"
[Lil' Wayne] Wha wha, wha wha, wha wha, wha wha, what Straight off the black gold, nuts in my hand, trustin no man Got my glock cocked, runnin this thing, ya understand We be steamin.. blazin.. nines, pumps, and K's, and Holly Grove 17th, (what) tha hood where I (what) was raised in (what) Niggaz bustin heads and, runnin duckin Feds and rocks under they tongues and, ki's under they beds and Hood fulla real niggaz, twenty-four seven hustlers EHHH, until we shove a barrel down ya pipe suckers Ain't no love for no busta, no fear for no coward No respect from no stunt, and no money without power We keepin niggaz hotter, EWWWW nasty and sour Pile up in the Eddie Bauer and BLAKA at every hour Some niggaz like that powder, foldin up what they drain Some like that weed or that dope and some shoot it up in they veins (oh) From the home of that 'caine, jackin and crackin brains Broadcastin live from Tha Block it's Lil' Wayne (who it is) Chorus: B.G. and Juvenile, Lil' Wayne Juve: Nigga you got that llello B.G.: Well cook something nigga Juve: Nigga you let them K's go B.G.: Well bust somethin nigga Juve: Are you duckin that law B.G.: You better run from em nigga Juve: Are you playin with that raw B.G.: Well won't you front somethin nigga [Wayne] Tha Block is Hot, Tha Block is Hot ha, ha-ha Tha Block is Hot, Tha Block is Hot ha, ha-ha Tha Block is Hot, Tha Block is Hot ha, ha-ha Tha Block is Hot, Tha Block is Hot ha.. [Lil' Wayne] See where I'm from we keep our guns out Dodgin cops and burnin blocks, so we be thugged out It's time to floss, bring the big bodies on dubs out And they got quarters, halfs, and birds in that one house (I got it) (I got it) It's all good in the hood but a lot illegal Soon as you get it, hot SKIRT, there go them people Break up the block and hit the cut by the corner sto' End up in Miss Taylor backyard, be quiet, she on the porch This everyday, at the spot where niggaz murder off top, boy It's the spot where they got Fire Girls and Hot, Boys We don't know what be goin cause we so blunted from trees and we'll be round ya all day til we 400 Degreez And you see where niggaz go, nobody be on the pulpit They got a nigga got on a scarf, he flippin out off that raw Betta stay in yo' car, and make sure (BEEP BEEP) your door is locked Cause this ain't nuttin proper, cause Tha Block, is jusssst Hot Chorus [Lil' Wayne] See watch your step on my set, gotta walk like, talk like We done shot out all the street lights So you can't see who we be like And we like, to dress in all black up in my residence Ain't got on no suits, cause we ain't tryin to be presidents And ever since the coke drought, niggaz been on a trip y'all So you better watch what y'all playin wit Cause a nigga will try to flip y'all They hit y'all, jam you up and put a gun to your jug Hahhhh, catch your breath, now shhhhh, catch a slug It's street smarts, plenty niggaz that keep spots When the heat starts, ain't nobody got sweethearts Callin weak shots, you could come try to cheap talk We cut your week short, them lil' boys don't give a damn Go all out for that cake, won't hesitate to kill a man Run in his house and kidnap the nigga, him and his fam Tie em up put em in the vans, then put a gat in his jaws ... tch, one move blow his cactuses off Chorus [Lil' Wayne] WHOOT! Some people call me cause Tha Block is Hot Shk-a-BLAOW! Bust ya guns cause Tha Block is Hot Nigga chshhhhh, cook it up, cause Tha Block is Hot Say look Daddy, just hook it up, cause Tha Block is Hot Nigga WHOOT! Some people call me cause Tha Block is Hot Shk-a-BLAOW! Bust ya guns cause Tha Block is Hot Nigga chshhhhh, cook it up, cause Tha Block is Hot Say look Daddy, just hook it up, cause Tha Block is Hot Nigga my block hot, nigga my block burn My block on fire, nigga what about yours Nigga my block hot, nigga my block burn My block on fire, nigga what about yours The block is hot ha ha ha ha

Forever Winning

JAE MILLZ
If not us then who, leggo [Hook] Young money, we the hardest team Forever winning bitch, we on our Charlie Sheen Make that ass jump, girl do your damn thing We bout that life, and them niggas ain't bout a damn thing [Jae Millz - Verse 1] Okay, they say time is money, and most say life is short, So I chase my dollar signs and let that bullshit walk, You in that bullshit? you might as well walk, I’m in the air first class, pound key, cant talk, sorry Look in my eyes and you gonna see its a real nigga, No deck of cards nigga, I don't deal with ya, I talk to the ghost of james brown, It was a mans world then and its a mans world now, If you a fake nigga before, then you a fake nigga now, Nothing change, same song, same lyrics, same sound, Same shit different day, new problems every day, That revolver got that bang, that automaty just spray, Fuck games I don't play, unless its nba 2k, Or that Madden, I ain't laughin, [?], you next to pay that's just jae, jae don’t think, jae just go ham, before you could blink, you go get a drink, she wink, next thing I know shes bent over my sink, Millz [Hook] [Lil Wayne - Verse 2] Its Lil Tuenchi I ain't on shit, I was born Wayne, wish I was born rich, Millz what it do, where them New York bitches, If these walls could talk, I hope they talk business, And I got my money right, and sense my money right, I can get some kidnappers to go kidnap your son and wife, I don't pack a gun or knife, I pack a checkbook, And I just point god, Russel Westbrook, On the real nigga, the clips got curves, that's sex appeal nigga, I’m extra ill, you pay the medical bill nigga, We masked up like there was a chemical spill nigga, Fuck with me e y e be damn if you will nigga, When we rolling we pop you like an extra pill nigga, Shoot to kill nigga, the truth will kill niggas, One time for harlem, two for Millz nigga, Tunechi [Hook]

Bugatti (Remix)

ACE HOOD "Trials & Tribulations"
[Intro: Future and DJ Khaled] We the motherfuckin best nigga Remix motherfucker! Ace Hood! This the remix! [Hook 1: Future] I come looking for you with Haitians I stay smoking on good Jamaican I fuck bitches from different races You get money they started hating (Turn Up!) I woke up in a new Bugatti (Remix!) I woke up in a new Bugatti (Remix!) I woke up in a new Bugatti (Remix!) I woke up in a new Bugatti (Remix!) I woke up in a new Bugatti (Remix!) [Verse 1: Ace Hood] I woke up in a new Bugatti Tats all over my body Gettin' real money, niggas still hatin' on me Man y'all need a new hobby Or they won't talk to me, what they gon' say? I ball, you a waterboy, Bobby Boucher On top, toupée, y'all niggas fruitcakes I don't really play games but I keep 2 K's Dam, Mr. Hood why you do 'em like that? Pull up in the drop with the ceiling top back Couple weeks old, "Bugatti" done went gold You ain't even know, I deserve that plaque We the best, runnin' every summer in fact July 16th I'm bringin' the real back Broward! Pussy [Bridge: Future] I woke up in a new Bugatti [Verse 2: Meek Mill] Hold up, double M back in this bitch Walk in the club with a MAC on my hip Diamonds look like niggas be snappin a flick Ballin' I blow fifty racks in the VIP I back in the whip, Maybach with your bitch A new Mussolini in back of the six I'm shittin' on rappers, these rappers is sick Cause my homies got whips that these rappers ain't get Cause we crackin' them bricks and I package the zip And I'm switchin' my flow, I spit crack in this bitch And I been hit your ho, now she back on my dick But I get to the dough and get back at your bitch Like hollup, I woke up in Coon new Ferrari With all my motherfuckin' jewelry on me New Aston Martin plus a Rolls Royce And a new Ferrari, that's a new Bugatti [Hook: Future] [Verse 3: T.I.] And it's paid for nigga Got racks, stack 'em up like Lego nigga I'm a motherfuckin' G, I don't play with no nigga Multi-millionaire self-made ho nigga H-U-S-T-L-E gang For that, in God we trust, we bang I'm the new John Gotti in a new Bugatti I got a few young hotties wanna get shit poppin' Right, put it in the light Nigga got ice but it don't look right If a nigga buy a brick and it don't cook right I'll whip that shit for a rack, sit tight I got a bag full of tools and some yay to move And all I want is money, leave the fame to you I graduated out of gladiator school So all I know is go like I'm trained to do Right now, turn my Mazy pedal to the metal I'm mashin out I let the top down in my Phantom drop Blowin', I'm high as an astronaut When you see me, I'm cashin' out Walked into Mercedes bought half the lot You keep carrying on, you getting carried out Cause I don’t take ass whoopins, just pass ‘em out Is this worth getting blasted about? No forreal, is it worth getting blasted about? [Verse 4: Wiz Khalifa] Money conversation Get so high, I be scrapin' Got my eyes like a Asian In my ride, like I'm racin' In the sky, like a plane It's Gang or die Ain't no lames up in my circle Ain't no ho shit in my eyes Throwin' money in the air Poppin' bands and let it fly Where I'm from, you come up short Pull that thing and let it fly You know me, blow so much dank, think I'm Marley Got so much ink on my body Brought so much drink to the party I fell asleep and woke up in a new Bugatti [Hook: Future] [Verse 5: Birdman] Fresh, whips Candy on that money dip Five hundred, I'm hood rich Put in work, did a hundred flips Been about them mansions Stunna island, we packin' Rich gang, we uptown Nigga hardbody and mackin' Tool on that back, nigga Money and that power Mansion on that beach, nigga Blood red Bugatti Versace on my bitch, nigga Blow a mil' like it's a dollar Stunt [Bridge: Future] [Verse 6: French Montana] Woke up with the crown nigga Serving Bobby Brown nigga Started from the bottom now it's caught up, Nino Brown nigga Take my spot nigga never will Now I know how 'melo feel We both shooters from New York But I shown nigga how the metal feel Fidel Castro with them cuban links With Mark Cuban where them Cubans link Excuse My French nigga, no France Hottest new niggas in ten years Coke boy deal like ten M's DJ Khaled up in there [Bridge: Future] [Verse 7: 2 Chainz] Flow hot as the Mojave, gimme that sloppy shit All on my car stick, give her some hundreds she did Like this, I'mma say this Fuck it, I'll say it If you got good pussy you should always have your rent paid Choke on some bands if I'm not mistaken Add up my outfit, fashion statement This the school of hard knocks, graduation [Bridge: Future] [Verse 8: Ace Hood] I'm sick of y'all niggas all talkin' crazy Hottest nigga spittin' and they can't debate it I didn't really know 2Pac or Big But know the beast within'll reincarnate 'em Fuck underrated, I'm constipated I'm shittin' on 'em, fuck toilet paper You're now tuned into the fuckin' greatest Ace Hood, congratulations Say name one nigga that's rockin' with him Flow like a hundred round choppa nigga Made a way out of the jungle And now they in trouble, I used to be humble as shit Recently flooded my neck and my wrist Tell all them critics to suck on the dick Nigga [Bridge: Future]

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