Oh No

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 and 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 him
 Get too deep up in that water and they can't save ya
 Me I come out of that water like I was just bathing
 And watch my step on a 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 ya speakers from the chopper blast
 Like... haha
 That's bullet holes in your sneakers got you hopping back
 It all stop when they hit you in ya top and back
 No cocking back silly motherfucker you ain't heard bout this
 The clip sink 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 visible body he leakin'
 Mortimer is no longer leapin' he sleepin'
 While you pussy niggas is sleeping I'm thinking
 Deep in thought the boy ain't even winkin'
 Bob Marley got me stinking
 Stacking 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 hoe 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 tanktop pocket fan
 No pocket knife, no handgun in sight
 Just that rat tat tat tat tat tat tat tat BOOM!
 Haha tonight I might just boost my feature price
 Cause to each its own and the lights is bright
 And I'm feeling like Mike at a Tyson fight
 I'm from Cita house, Big Momma's House
 She told me to shoot ya right after I knock ya out
 And he ain't getting up after them shots if you hit him in the right spot
 Hold up the beat might drop