conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Oh No with the following description: This is track number 9 off of Lil Wayne’s fifth solo album Tha Carter 2.
  This is just Wayne flexing his rapping skills as he goes on killing the track with hookless spitting for 3 minutes. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
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  Oh no, no, oh, no, no, oh, no, no
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  Haha, cut the music up please
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  Oh no, no, oh, no, no, oh, no, no
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  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]
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  Oh no, no, oh, no, no, oh, no, no
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  Oh no, no, oh, no, no, oh, no, no
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