Fuckin Wit the Wrong Nigga
I was raised by thugs / Schooled by killers / Learned my mathematics skills / From real drug dealers
Niggas..
Fuckin’ with the wrong nigga
My seductive introduction be specific
Still elusive
But exclusive’s what I give you
When I kick it
And I’m still lifted
Niggas can’t get with Mr. Wicked
Picture me flippin’ my adversaries
Gettin’ the dick swiftly
Niggas is swingin’ wild
But they styles miss me
You can bring that bitch
But your whole click
Will still get treated shitty
Business never personal
I’m up before the sun come up
I’m tired
Just a ghetto star
A drop top double-R
Is what I’m ridin’
Nigga
If you was half the man
Your bitch was
Bring yo’ artillery
When you come for me
‘Cause we sick thugs
No hesitation when I pull and blast
‘Cause Syke was bustin’
Plus, Bo had ’em duckin’
Screamin’, “Get they cash!”
So now I got the law on me
My phone’s tapped
So I had to send word
Through my lil’ homies
Tell them niggas this the year
When they pull the trigger
Shit, this is what you get
For fuckin’ with the wrong nigga
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This is what you get
When you fuckin’
With the wrong nigga
Hehehehe, yeah, nigga, peep it
Before I lay me down to sleep
I pray
And thank the Lord
For givin’ me another fruitful day
I wanna be a peaceful man
But still when niggas come for me
All I can see is
Gettin’ ’em killed
For real, it’s how I feel
Reflect my thoughts
Flowin’ on these reels
Make my enemies deal
With my steel
They caps peeled
We still cool,
But you played yourself
Give him the MAC
And make him spray hisself
Hey
Fallin’ legends clutchin’ chrome three-five-seven
Puttin’ two bullets to they dome
Wanted to die in Heaven
Why call in shots?
Nobody really as clear as me
Ain’t tryin’ to help the feds
Get a case for conspiracy
Murder my foes get disposed of
We all homies to the death
So my true niggas show me love
God, forgive me for my lifestyle
A negative figure
But why they fuckin’
With the wrong nigga
You know?
It’s like..
Why you fuckin’
With the wrong nigga?
I was raised by thugs
Schooled by killers
Learned my mathematics skills
From real drug dealers
Tried to rise,
But they tried me
I guess they all had to die
‘Cause we tried peace
I die in these streets
Blast ’til they recognize
Still do or die
All my niggas gettin’ high
Watchin’ time fly
Best strategize on the way to profit
Best organize how you ride
So they can’t stop it
Then keep it poppin’
Lot of busters wanna see me fall
I fucked your bitch
And now this new shit
Gon’ fade ’em all
My niggas ball,
Made a call for some back-up
For lil’ homies
And my dogs in the black truck
“Buck buck” was the sound as they gats burst
No need for ambulance, baby
Bring the black hearse
Should’ve never fucked around
Buster
How you figure makin’ moves
On the wrong nigga
It’s what it sounds like
Ding ding ding..
When you fuckin’ with the wrong nigga
Niggas gettin’ hit
When they fuckin’ with the wrong nigga
Fuckin’ with the wrong nigga