Hurt M Badd - f**in Wit the Wrong n***a lyrics

n***as.. f**in' with the wrong n***a [Verse 1] My seductive introduction be specific Still elusive, but exclusive's what I give you when I kick it And I'm still lifted; n***as can't get with Mr. Wicked Picture me flippin' my adversaries, gettin' the dick swiftly n***as is swingin' wild, but they styles miss me You can bring that b**h, but your whole click will still get treated sh**ty 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' n***a, if you was half the man your b**h 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 n***as this the year when they pull the trigger sh**, this is what you get, for f**in' with the wrong n***a [Hook] This is what you get When you f**in' with the wrong n***a Hehehehe, yeah, n***a, peep it [Verse 2] 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 n***as come for me All I can see is gettin' 'em k**ed 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, heyyy 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 d**h, so my true n***as show me love God, forgive me for my lifestyle, a negative figure But why they f**in' with the wrong n***a You know? [Hook] It's like.., why you f**in' with the wrong n***a? [Verse 3] I was raised by thugs, schooled by k**ers Learned my mathematics sk**s 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 n***as 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 f**ed your b**h, and now this new sh**, gon', fade 'em all My n***as 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 f**ed around, buster How you figure makin' moves on the wrong n***a [Hook] It's what it sounds like, ding ding ding.. When you f**in' with the wrong n***a n***as gettin' hit, when they f**in' with the wrong n***a f**in' with the wrong n***a