So wrong So wrong So wrong So wrong So wrong Life ain't what it used to be I got these coward niggas shootin' me So wrong So wrong So wrong So wrong So
a ounce like a fan I flip one of these niggas like Jackie Chan I aint worryin bout em I just ball out, Man Im too cold let me thaw out Im so Young Money
the facts bitch Blazin that I'm so amazin on the tracks BITCH! (BOUNCE ON 'EM!) And I jump, and I skip And I hop, and I flip over niggas like gymnastics
-Verse 2 Betta with coppas and his guns. Sendin' bodiez off yet, for tha redrum, six feet in a ditch is where I'm leaving you bitvh-ass niggaz so come
buckshot blow The bone in me never no ho, So no creepin' up outta the ziplock So sin, sip gin, and lil' mo heart run up, nut up And flipped in, than
came in the office and nobody noticed with liquid explosives on top of Versace clothes give up the ghost Krayzie's Picasso, lil' Layzie like Caesar, Stack's like lil
wit a ski mask on his face so i bussed out tha doe, started shootin at that bitch and tha 1st bullet missed, but tha next 5 hit so i cut tha lights off
You couldn't get this color if you had a personal genie You now I keeps it hip hop my niggas flip flop Yea my force ones and tip top now form a flip
myself in New Orleans How many miles you think it is for cacilac to New Orleans So you know this fuckin boy here got some miles on hm dont he [Chorus] [Lil
fail at that Bein' broke ain't never been cool And it ain't no hope when you're failing in school You might as well flip the sac, roll out of town And
the shady contracts play me out like that I know you can't stand to see a real loc'ster ride So let it rain, let it drip fool, dump on ( ? ) [ CHORUS ] So
wrong words slip Cause them heaters on they hip will leave your Levi's ripped This is H-Town baby (man), the rockets, the Texans And the strobes so you
above] Yo.. too much smoke in here man Crack the fuckin window man that's how the fuck you went to jail last time nigga The fuck wrong with you nigga..
in this game Playa don't check the pimp, go and check yo hoe Give her that good third in a flip flop colored Excursion For a hit of that blow Don't try to calm lil
Someone gets shot, it's time to go back and shoot Those fucking levas for fucking around with the wrong man, but Should have thought before your actions, so
the Bomba and took a look So Lil' Rob said, "Que onda" I said fuck it jumped out the bucked he had a bat So he swung and so I duck and I saw his face
And love can be right or wrong Let's take a trip to the other side The other side, the other side The other side Everybody talking Lil' Rob this, and Lil
