F****n' Wit the Wrong N***a

****, fuckin' wit the wrong ****

My seductive introduction be specific, still elusive

But exclusive's what I give you when I kick it

And I'm still lifted

**** can't get with Mr. Wicked

Picture me flipping my adversaries, getting the dick swiftly

**** are swinging wild, but they styles miss me

You can bring that bitch but your whole clique'll still get treated shitty

Business never personal

I'm up before the sun come up, I'm tired

Just a ghetto star but dropped up double R is what I'm riding

****, if you was half the man your bitch was

Bring your artillery when you come for me

'Cause we sick thugs

No hesitation when I pull and blast 'cause Syke was busting

Plus, Bow had 'em ducking, screaming, get they cash

So now I got the law on me, my phone's tapped

So I had to send word through my little homies

Tell them ****, this the year when they pull the trigger

Shit, this is what you get for fuckin' wit the wrong ****

This is what you get when you fuckin' wit the wrong ****

Yeah, ****

Before I lay me down to sleep, I pray and thank the Lord

For giving me another fruitful day

I wanna be a peaceful man, but still, when **** come for me

All I can see is getting 'em killed

For real, it's how I feel

Reflect my thoughts, flowing on these reels

Make my enemies deal with my steel

They caps peel

We still cool but you played yourself

Give him the mac and make him spray his self, hey

Falling legends clutching chrome, three five seven

Putting two bullets to they dome, wanted to die in Heaven

Why call the shots, nobody really as clear as me

Ain't tryna help the feds get a case for conspiracy

Murder, my foes get disposed of

We all homies to the death, so my true **** show me love

God forgive me for my lifestyle, a negative figure

But why they fuckin' wit the wrong ****, you know?

It's like, why you fuckin' wit the wrong ****?

I was raised by thugs, schooled by killers

Learned my mathematic 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 till they recognize

Still do or die, all my **** getting high, watching time fly

Best strategize on the way to profit

Best organize how you ride so they can't stop it

Then keep it popping, lot of busters wanna see me fall

I fucked your bitch and now this new shit gon' fade 'em all

My **** ball, made a call for some backup

The little 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

Shoulda never fucked around, buster, how you figure?

Making moves on the wrong ****, is what it sounds like

Ding ding ding, when you fuckin' wit the wrong ****

**** getting hit when they fuckin' wit the wrong ****

Fuckin' wit the wrong ****