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 flipping my adversaries, gettin the dick swiftly Niggas are swinging wild, but they styles miss me You can bring that bitch but you whole click'll still get treated shitty Business never personal I'm up before the sun come up on thai Just a ghetto star, a dropped up double-R is what I'm riding Nigga, if you was half the man your bitch was, bring you 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 niggas this the year when they pull the trigger Shit, this is what you get, for fucking, with the wrong nigga. This is what you get, when you fucking with the wrong nigga. Hehehehe, yeah nigga, peep it
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 niggas 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 peeled We still cool but you played yourself Give him the mac and make him spray hisself, hey Falling legends clutching 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 trying 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 fucking with the wrong nigga, you know? It's like.. Why you fucking 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 watching 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 gonna' fade 'em all My niggas ball made a call for some backup for 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 Should've never fucked around buster, how you figure? Ma kin moves on the wrong nigga, is what it sounds like Ding ding ding.. when you fuck with the wrong nigga.. Niggas gettin hit, when they fuck, with the wrong nigga.. Fucking with the wrong nigga..
