Neck Uv Da Woods Lyrics - Let's Get Ready - Mystikal

This is, Mystikal and Outkast 

I'm representin' 

[Mystikal] 

I'm out for the big bucks and NO WHAMMIES 

You can't stand it! 

Make em feel the impact and I ain't even in Miami 

Handlin' with my man 'nem in Atlanta 

And they play me 'cause they know I bring the kinda shit you feelin 

As I'm sayin' it 

I'm like the NBA sore thumb on pawn shop tech nine, 

Bitch I'm known for jammin' 

Smoke Mary, Mary, Mary 

Put a mean ass flow on top of bad vocabulary 

I bust through, intrude, move through distractions 

Withstand hits and blows don't lose no traction 

I threw a round off flip flop flip flop back at em 

If a nigga comin clown then I'm going get the cannon 

And the get God back 

Knuckle up boy, don't be no fucked boy 

Me and Guillotine we run some niggas in a big truck boy 

Run flat boy, run that boy 

Bitch where I'm a send you you can't come back boy 

I bring flames to a four alarm fire 

I wash him up and ring him out and throw him in the dryer 

I hit the door, I'm blowin' him like southern band 

And they always tryin' to find something to say about the brother man 

I invent em flip em and send em 

Rhymes set you jumped like I poured King Cobra over ya 

Guess what, this is a stick up 

Give me back my shit before I start pickin bricks up 

Garbage mc's better run for it 

Don't come this way 'cause you can't walk on this side of the yard, (?) 

And respect me for takin' it to em 

So expect me to lay it down and represent my neck of the woods 

Yeah, like that, ha ha, yeah yeah yeah 

Mystikal and Outkast, ha ha 

[Hook: x2] 

If it don't bump off in the club you can't rock 

If it ain't 808 in the trunk it ain't knock 

If you round our neck of the woods you better stop 

'Cause the people on the block gonna show you where to drop, ahhhh 

[Big Boi] 

All a the heat rise to the beat wise 

To that nigga that spit that street fire 

Mystikal, Andre and Big Boi takin' em out of the park like Mark Mcgwire 

Sosa, you so so, you brown and small like Toto 

You're bitch made like Dorothy 

You belong in a soroioty, I'm a call you Cocoa 

Like candy, go sing a song with Brandy 

But rhyming and double timing, what is you sayin G? 

I take my thirteen shot I pray my style is drunken 

And you know we doin' the big beat oh hell yeah it's gonna be bumpin' 

Givin' you somethin' to beat the block with, meet the cops with 

My stamina's incredible so sucka don't try to stop this 

The D-U-N-G-E-O-N Family, merrily 

Life is but a dream, I mean a nightmare 'cause it's scarin' me 

But I live, gotta give one double O percent above the rest yeah 

That daddy fat sacks gon burst, and you know that, YEAH 

Yeah know that East Point never stop like that 

All the way to Decatur 

[Hook: x2] 

[Dre] 

Hey, what's your name? 

Andre 3000, the year to fear is already here 

Must look beyond, sounds from the center of the sun 

Reason for a gun, only one 

Strong believer in self-preservation 

Aahh, OOF! 

In the State of confused 

City of forgotten fate, County of the blues 

Street address Generation X Avenue 

But Generation why high to the point that I drink 

Runnin' on a new one 

Walkin' in my silver boots, need a shoe horn and some church socks 

What if I told you that even if you made clocks? 

Stops, time rewinds, see what he finds 

Then re-arrange and change things that's on your mind 

Would you swallow like fine wine or peanut butter? 

Would you holler that I'm live and ask another? 

Or take no heat and run for cover? 

[Hook: x3]