Birdman Album

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(feat. Lil Wayne)

[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]

(feat. 6 Shot, Bun B)

[Birdman]
Yeah nigga Fast Money, Cash Money
how we roll it out-is how we roll it in
know what I'm sayin nigga feel me nigga
we just hit a lick nigga
gotta bout 50 more years nigga
and I wanted to go fuck with a nigga
who broke bread with us first nigga so we flew to Houston ya holla!

[Bun B]
I jumped in the game with a 50 dollar sack
a heart full of hustle and my mind on stacks
I held my nuts in the game called crack
now I'm deep up in the streets and I ain't never lookin back
I gotta reputation I ain't gotta keep dealin it
a south nigga....give a fuck if you ain't feelin it
UGK for life bitch an underground boss
disrespect and that's a line you don't really wanna cross (Fa Real)
quick on the trigger, pull a pistol out quick on a nigga
one click blow the shit out a nigga (BLOAH)
been bout a figure ain't stoppin till I see it
don't hate me hoe cause that's the way I gotta G it
P.A.T baby that's me baby...Free Pimp C and that's real OG baby
this dedicated to my niggaz on lock
KS, Young Ryno, and the homie Lil'Block it don't stop

[Chorus x2: Bun B]
Take a walk through my ghetto life (ghetto life)
let me show you that my ghetto's shiest (ghetto's shiest)
drug deals, and young niggaz gettin'killed
I ain't gotta tell you that my ghetto real

[6 Shot]
Uhhh look at here, uptown cut throat nigga
any year crisp and clear ya hear me now
nothin nice break you off with a style Fuh real
coke, dope, pills-it's no joke here
everybody strapped look at where I'm at (BLAT, BLAT)
nigga shits so real it's no doubt about it
all cowards get killed
fa sheezy while I'm sneakin through them people
forty four bags and them people
in that M-A-G-N-O dish it out or get from round L-I-A uptown
know ya down all that drama (???)
thuggin with a heavy (??)shinin on them hoes ya know
it's so real it's no doubt about it
all cowards get killed ya know

[Chorus]

[Birdman]
Look you know them guns go to poppin
when them niggaz go to drop e'm
make e'm all run go to scatter nigga
cause when you fuckin with the man
he'll spend a few grands cause you know we puttin change on ya
yeah cause we thugged out, wigged out
came through the neighborhood with the guns out
nigga don't make me drop the top
don't give a fuck about the weather cause we still gon'shine nigga
yeah and that was changeable evidence homie
that's why they let Rufus go
and we was playin with paper nigga-and dropped 50 on the flo'nigga
so I spread my wings out came through the nieghborhood with the L's out
nigga and I'm tryin to get out
the dope game but I still let them birds out

[Chorus]

[Birdman ad libs to end]

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(feat. Lil' Wayne)

[Chorus x2: Baby]
Shit, we tryin' to get it all together
And spend a lil chaddar and fly in any weather nigga
And homie you get the money and the power
Then them hoes come and holla and fly in any weather pimpin'

[Weezy]
I see you haters, hatin' on the way a nigga think
But I'm laughing, laughing all the way to the bank
And I, I kinda act like my shit don't stink
On a toilet with the burner taped under the sink
Like a Russian I'll rullet the bullet
Yea straight to ya head give a nigga a mullet
I'm a Cash Money brother a lover of money
Yea the tummy is showin' but the hunger is growin'
What part cha' don't understand
What you ain't know I'm like Kobe
You niggaz can't check me go head Bowens
And I never left the team cause I'm catchin' every pass
Stunna McNabb yeah he like go head Owens yea
Bet I'd put a nigga on his ass
Squlou and Big Whop make show he don't last
And young Wayne do song about the story
With Birdman singin' on the chorus, nigga

[Chorus]

[Baby]
Look, a ticket here and a ticket there
And I'm the first out the hood to get rich nigga still here
Its big paper in the prime of my life my nigga
We take it off ya' shoulder broad daylight my nigga
It's Stunna Island biggest baler in the city
The Range Rover rally strip on them 26's
Gucci down when the Birdman in ya' town
We blow out the pound rollin' through Uptown
Canary yellow Cash Money iced out piece
Like father, like son we beasts on these streets
Well let me bring you back to 1993
Where I met four lil niggaz in the 3
We got big, we grinded in them city streets
And three left and they all tryin' na beef me
There's one Birdman and one J.R
We neighborhood superstars fuck y'all

[Chorus]

[Weezy]
Murcing every murderer
In the garden I'm burstin' hittin' serpents up
And in the Carter we still workin' with that work for ya'
I'm the God and the turban fits perfect, word
Puffing' on that precious piff purple herb swerve
Dang, -is on the curve
The fed's walkin' so I'm talking with slurge
And we never sell a bird to a mockingbird
We find out where you stay and we mark your turf
Lace ya' house with a bomb make you walk in first
Oh, and ya' is sharp with hers
She cook a nigga steaks and cool-aid for thirst, yeah
See we murderers but do it like gangsta
We really never show it but everybody know it
And Slim askin' me to focus on the flow
While I'm tryin' to have coke for the low on the low, man

[Chorus]

(feat. 6 Shot)

Yeah nigga (Yeah nigga)
I don't know where I'm at but I'm somewhere ya' heard me (ya' heard me)
And I'm diggin' in my own pockets nigga (own pockets nigga)
gettin' my own money ya' heard me(my own money ya' heard me)

[Chorus: x2]
Who got that ya-yo off the boarder
We got that, yeah
Who shut cha' down in New Orleans
We got that, huh
Them white tee's and them b's on 'em
We rock that, huh
And all black with 23's on 'em
Nigga we rock that, yeah

Who got that ya-yo off the boarder
We got that, yeah
Who shut cha' down in New Orleans
Nigga we got that, huh
Them white tee's and them b's on 'em
We rock that, huh
And all black with 23's on 'em
Nigga we rock that, yeah

[Baby]
I got my prada joggin' suit with my B's on
We alligator the seats with white tee's on
I'm in my Escalade niggaz tryin' na' get paid
I got 'em for 10 5 we do this like erryday
I hit the mall tear it down with my bitch nigga
And let her spend money like it ain't shit nigga
I hustle 10 ways we do this like erryday
we stay up on the grind nigga know we got ta get paid
I hit the club V.I.P reppin' uptown
We poppin' bottles in this bitch that how we put it down
And every bitch in the club wanna be down
they know how a real nigga do it and wanna get down
So where ya' at, where ya' at throw ya' sets up
We stay fly in the hood when we coming up
I got the baddest bitch go head and check the list
You mighta' seen her on T.V. so how you love this (yeah)

[Chorus]

[6 Shot]
Different day nigga same ole' shit
Ten years I been fuckin' with it, huh, Fuckin' with it
Catch me ridin' in the bucket with it
I rather be caught with it than without it
Cause New Orleans niggaz is bout it (no doupt about it)
You can get it sold for solid
Keep my Impala 20 inches polished (styleish)
Gotta - when she want it
Gotta Ostrich (snake) Loabster (steak)
Watch I (take) a half and flip it to a whole and
Keep it white tee Girbauds
Keep the neck froze
With the ear lobe and the pinky
In the super sprot smokin' on sticky (don't think it's a game)
No baby I ain't playin'
Gotta deep stroke if ya' deep throat-
- get it play by play
Step by step rep nigga day by day Yea

[Chorus]

[Baby]
We rockin' Polo like it 1993
And these nigga actin' like it just hit the streets
We had the Dome bumpin'
We the Place jumpin'
We got this money nigga and that's when we went the stuntin'
We wore those Bally Compitions when we put it down
And every nigga in the hood wore they own crown
And John Law taught a nigga how to duck clowns
Cause evertime came round they laid the mutherfucker down
I saw some niggaz with the ice and then they put it down
But let me tell you homie I ain't gone never out it down
I'm worldwide gettin' money reppin' Uptown
And everytime hit the hood nigga I'ma shut it down
I got the mink with suade on them 26's
I ridin' high in the Benz I'm with some bad bitches
And Weezy F followin' me in a CL nigga
And when you see me you gone always see my lil nigga (Yeah)

[Chorus]

(feat. 6 Shot, Magnolia Chop, Ta)

[Birdman]
What's up Chop (What's happenin wit ya baby)
nigga how you feel comin'out that project nigga
to these E-States and floatin on these million dollar yahts
smokin these thousand dollar Marlboro's

[Chorus 2X: Magnolia Chop]
You gotta roll that weed nigga let it burn
bust then burn nigga wait yo' turn
roll it up I'm smokin
roll it up I'm chokin

[Birdman]
We got weed in the mornin', weed for the homies
weed in the back of the Coupe I been smokin my nigga
I went from G's and thieves nigga
we blowin the weed my nigga-fuckin wit freaks nigga (hot boys)
I'm in that Bentley Coupe nigga
from Shine On video to six foot shorty too my nigga
and yeah we headed up town nigga
blow after pound my niggaz puttin it down nigga
and yeah ridin big is my crown nigga
holdin my rounds nigga-holdin my town my nigga (believe that)
to be the boss that I be nigga
and smoke weed everyday of the week nigga
on Stunna Island nigga fuckin with them G niggaz
we gettin money everyday of the week nigga
it's fast money nigga-Cash Money made me
we blow that purple everyday in my city streets

[Chorus]

[Ta]
I'm headed to Stunna Island it's lovely over there
sand in my toes feel the breeze in my hair
in the two piece Chenell shades and the (??)
Chenell beach bags where I keep the weed stash
and I ain't gotta tell you what the ice like
mothafucker this is Cash Money you know what the life like
you smoke what you can, we smoke what we want
it's never back yard boogy, straight stock yard funk
the higher ponic chronic, blueberry, and white russian
get it by the block it ain't open for discussion
I ain't touchin and puffin nothin give me a charge
I'm float with the cloud above and then go with the stars
blow dro with my girl Venus on the way to Mars
they say you need a ship but niggaz get there in they cars
Uhhhh we smoke out till we choke out
I'm clearin my throat and I'm at it again my nigga no doubt

[Chorus]

[6 Shot]
I took a half a block, gettin my ice box for freshness
got half the block complainin how loud the stench is
Pewhheeeee pimpin (??)purple or blue, white widow
cause after a few hits ya through
can't get no realer then 6 Shot baby
hot like a smokin tree baby you think I'm crazy
keep the windows foggy in the black Harley
puffin on Bob Marley the sticky ick-no seeds and sticks
gotta love it bout the size of ya finger
get a light nigga this one's a banger fuckin right
got that light green, red, orange, yellow
got that strawberry, large cherry, bubble gum, vanilla wrap
you ever ask a nigga bout me
cause them hoes know Shot blows guns 7 days a week
Huh picture I'm an O.G.
from a gram, to a quarter, to a half, to a whole Ki

[Chorus]

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(feat. Chop)

[Baby Talking:]
Yea Nigga Right Now Im On Stunna Island Nigga Blowin Out The Pounds Nigga Fast Money Cash Money Nigga Got Bout A Mill Under The Mattress Bout 5 Mill In The Wall Nigga No What Im Saying Me In My Homie Hot Bezzle Nigga G'd Up To The Feet Up In By The Way
That's The Lil Homie Choppa Bitch

[Choppa:]
You Can Take The Nigga Out The Ghetto But You Cant The The Ghetto Out Of Me Bitch Ima G I Gotta Eat On The Streets Survive Imma Die On The Steets Imma G Uptown Yea We Getting Down Shit Was Kina Hard From Me When I Lost My Moms Im The Murder Man How You Loving That Ride'n Thru A Drive By In A Mayback On 22's Gleaming Think The Bemmer Aint Beamin Man Baby We Bling'n We Keep It Hood Rich On Some Other Shit Yall Kno We Getting Rich Over Here Ah Baby Its My Year To Bang It From The Bottom To The Top Its My Year You Can Take The Nigga Out The Ghetto But You Cant The The Ghetto Out Of Me Bitch Ima G I Gotta Eat On The Streets Survive Imma Die On The Steets Imma G

[Baby:]
On The Real For Real My Nigga On The Real My Nigga We Been Bout This Hustle Since 94 A 100 Mills The Deal My Nigga Project Skillz My Nigga We Got This Game Here From Off The Flo We Spin Corners For Real 1100 Catena My Nigga When We Out Here Pimpin Hoes We Get It How We Live My Nigga 10mill On The Crib My Nigga We Been Moving Birds On The Low We Stay Strap With The Mac In The Lack Nigga Since 85 Nigga Been Getting Stacks Nigga I Never Change On Nigga Bounce Back Gave The Lil Homie Game In The Nigga He Gave It Right Back Nigga Im From The Grounds The Niggas Call Uptown In Cash Money Is The Life Blowin Out The Pounds

[Choppa:]
Mayback On 22's Gleaming Think The Bemmer Aint Beamin Man Baby We Bling'n We Keep It Hood Rich On Some Other Shit Yall Kno We Getting Rich Over Here Ah Baby Its My Year To Bang It From The Bottom To The Top Its My Year You Can Take The Nigga Out The Ghetto But You Cant The The Ghetto Out Of Me Bitch Ima G I Gotta Eat On The Streets Survive Imma Die On The Steets Imma G
I Gotta Eat On These Streets Live Are Die On These Streets Get Down On These Streets Survive On These Streets C'mon C'mon C'mon C'mon C'mon You Can Take A Nigga Nigga Out The Ghetto But You Cant Take The Ghetto Outta Me

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(feat. Lil Wayne)

[Baby]
Yeah
We gon go old school
Ya know what I'm sayin
If you from where I'm from
Ya know what I'm talkin bout
the way we do this here
this is a cash money classic
and I feel couldnt nobody do it the way ima do it
ya know what I'm sayin
so, here we go world, I'm bringin it to your world from my world
ya know what I'm talkin bout look I say

[Chorus: Baby]
Get your shine on {*3X*}
So nigga stop hatin'
Get your shine on {*3X*}
You know we gonna make it
Get your shine on {*3X*}
So nigga stop hatin'
Get your shine on {*3X*}
You know we gonna make it

[Baby]
In one you trust, the neighborhood is us
And everything that I ride is 22s and up
And everytime that I slide, you know I'm platinum plus
Make the hood understand that we trying to come up
24s on trucks, just the neighborhood lust
Tell Lil' One be cool everybody coming up
Cause everybody wanna ride, everybody wanna shine
So how ya love that people? Everybody on the grind
And these projects cuts ya, ya hood rich livin lavish
Those 14s, you know we had to have it
Once upon a time it was nothing but magic
Hustling right in front of my mama, Ms. Gladys
Chasin paper paper chasin, look thats all we know
Comin through the neighborhood on them 24s
Bet a thousand, shoot a thousand, nigga up it some more
Fast money, Cash Money, thats all I know One

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]
They say I walk around like I got an S on my chest
That be that Cash Money Piece, flow rest in the deck
I'ma specialist vet, No testin the best
Be in class, no pencil, no test on the desk
I'll make ya mouthpiece so beast like Delereese
I'm from the south streets of beast like Lil' Weez
C, F baby for the team I rep daily
I come to the defense like Champ Bailey, I'm gone wit it
A chrome kitted, A foam pit in the back of it
Phony tittie bitches come home with me, get the business
I made bling bling, I'm like a lighthouse
So shut that ice in cause he ain't iced out
Pay attention closely, You niggaz can never roast me
Cause the maker of the testerosta knows me
Oh hes so arrogant, the cocky kind
But you always looking cause I'ma shine, thats right

[Chorus]

[Baby]
Loud mics and big rims, nigga thats my life
Come through the neighborhood with my homeboy price
Lets get it understood, nigga thats my price
Come through the neck of the woods, you be alright
Cause I'm pimpin, I'm pimpin pimpin, I'm comin thru
And I'm dippin, I'm dippin dippin, them 22s
And they spinnin, they spinnin spinnin, them sprewells nigga
them sprewells nigga, we makin mail nigga
Don't need no introduction in this
I can grind in every ghetto, trying to stay hood rich
You can ask a nigga bout me, you know I'm bout my shit
I was made by guerillas, raised the hot boy click
Cause I'm the birdman and I'll do you something bad
You heard man that I been slangin them slacks
Thats my word man, I won't stunt nigga
I won't stunt nigga, I'm gonna stunt nigga, One

[Chorus]