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Lil Wayne » Oh No
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	Cut the music up please Yeah! Lil Wayne I play the bullshit from the back seat champ yeah im in the back seat, still got the seat back feet back stay from where the fack be at niggaz snitch for the shyne where the patients at? niggaz make his own brotha' face his back, give love than take it back good grief man this world is quit heavy on my aching back cops killin for crack you know the story snakes eat rats face the facts you cant change em cant shoot it if ya cant aim it cant miss him if he kill you than you cant blame him that's just how the dice roll when you cant fade em' get to deep up in that water than they cant save ya me I come out of that water like I was just bathin' and watch my step on the wet pavement, yeah im from the hood so I rep it where I cant take em' "Hollygrove Hollygrove" was his last statement, so nigga get that look of ya face and recognize you got a cook in the place they call me W-E-E-crooked letter Y im so high I skeet skeet in any nigga dime like she's mine streets sweeper in the back of the hatch make me pop the latch leave you bloody with the cops to match bullet holes in ya speaker from the choppa' blast like.......................... that's bullet holes in ya sneakers got you hoppin back it dont stop when they hit in ya top and back, no cockin back silly motha'fucka you aint heard bout' this the clips hang down to the dick that's a automatic shotty from a drum they call Tommy guaranteed to get you bitches from by me when I hit every piece of ya possible body he leakin, ???? is no longer leapin he sleepin why you pussy niggas is sleepin im thinkin deep in thought the boy aint even winkin "Bob Marley" got me stinkin, stackin figures, im standin firm lifes a slinky pipes is fillled with crack co-caine and the dope go inside the veins from where I came, though I bare a name only one can live with coach they wont knock me off my pivot forget it im sick a wit it pick a city buy a condo find a fine hoe let some time go chill what you know about bong rolled heaven of mind gold over a combo about doe nothin man the 4-wheelers look so good on sand, a tank-top I can fan no pocket nife no hand-gun in sight just that rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat BOOM! tonight I might just boost my feet ya price cuz to eat ya zone, and the lights is bright and im feeling like Mike at a Tyson fight im from Cita house, Big Moma's house she told me to shoot ya right after I knock ya out and he aint gettin up after them shots if you hit him in the right spot hold up, the beat might drop...
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