Lil Wayne — Oh No

[Intro] (Oh no, no, oh, no, no, oh, no, no) Haha, cut the music up please (Oh no, no, oh, no, no, oh, no, no) Hahaha, yeah [Verse] I play the bullshit from the backseat, champ Yeah, I'm in the backseat, still got the seat back Feet back, stay from where the fake be at Niggas snitch for the shine, where the patience at? Nigga make his own brother face his back Give love, then take it back Good grief, man, this world is quite heavy on my aching back Cops killing for crack, you know the story, snakes eat rats Face the facts, you can't change him Can't shoot it if you can't aim it Can't miss him, if he kill you, then you can't blame him That's just how the dice roll when you can't fade 'em Get too deep up in that water and they can't save you Me, I come out of that water like I was just bathin' And watch my step on the wet pavement, yeah I'm from the hood, so I rep 'em where I can't take em "Hollygrove, Hollygrove," was his last statement So nigga, get that look off your face And recognize you got a crook in the place They call me W-E-E-crooked letter-Y, I'm so high I skeet-skeet in any nigga dime like she's mine Street-sweeper in the back of the hatch, make me pop the latch Leave you bloody with the cops to match Bullet holes in your speakers from the chopper blast Like, haha, ah That's bullet holes in your sneakers, got you hoppin' back It all stop when they hit you in your top and back No cockin' back, silly motherfucker, you ain't heard 'bout this The clips hang down to the dick That's an automatic shotty from a drum they call Tommy Guaranteed to get you bitches from by me When I hit every piece of your visible body, he leakin' Mortimer is no longer leapin', he's sleepin' While you pussy niggas is sleepin', I'm thinkin' Deep in thought, the boy ain't even winkin' Bob Marley got me stinkin' Stackin' figures, I'm standing firm, life's a Slinky Pipes is filled with crack cocaine And the dope go inside of the veins From where I came Though I bear a name only one can live with Coach, they won't knock me off my pivot, forget it I'm sicker with it, pick a city, buy a condo Find a fine ho, let some time go, chill What you know about a bongo having her mind go Over a convo about dough? Nothing Man, the four-wheelers look so good on the sand Tee or tank top, pocket fan No pocketknife, no handgun in sight Just that rat-tat, tat, tat-tat-t-tat-tat, boom Haha, tonight, I might just boost my feature price 'Cause to each his own, and the lights is bright And I'm feeling like Mike at a Tyson fight I'm from Cita house, Big Mama's house She told me to shoot you right after I knock you out And he ain't gettin' up after them shots if you hit him in the right spot Hold up, the beat might drop [Outro] (Oh no, no, oh, no, no, oh, no, no) (Oh no, no, oh, no, no, oh, no, no)