Oh no, no, oh no, no, oh no, no   Cut the music up, please!   Oh no, no, oh no, no, oh no, no      Cheer, I play the bullshit from the backseat champ   Yea I'm in the backseat still got the seat back   Feet back stay from where the fake be at   Niggaz 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      Yea, I'm from the hood   So I rep 'em where I can't take 'em   Holly grove, holly grove 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 from the chopper blast   Like, ha ha      That's bullet holes in your sneakers got you hoppin' 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 physical body he leakin'   Mortimer is no longer leapin', he sleepin'   While you pussy niggaz is sleepin' he thinkin'   Deep in thought the boy ain't even linkin'      Bob Marley got me stinkin'   Stackin figures I'm standin' 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 call 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 goover a convo about dough, nothing!      Man, the four wheelers look so good on the sand   Tee or tanktop pocket fan   Pocket knife, no handgun in sight   Just that rat tat tat tat tat tat tat tat boom      Ha ha tonight I might just boost my feature price   'Cuz to each its own and the lights is bright   And I'm feelin' 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 gettin' up after them shots   If you hit him in the right spot   Hold up the beat might drop      Oh no, no, oh no, no, oh no, no