Wrong One

Let's get some shit out to the forefront
 Better not talk behind the store front
 You motherfuckers picked the wrong one
 Big mistake, I think you niggas made the wrong one
 These niggas talking about burners like we don't own those
 Blasting this fully automatic, that's soul drums
 You motherfuckers picked the wrong one
 Big mistake, I think you niggas made the wrong one
 They say if money didn't change you, you ain't make enough
 They say if you ain't down to bust then never say it's tough
 Got a black bitch with a body, name her Nina Skill
 Don't do the back and forth racket, but Serena will
 There's some couple rules I'mma share with you two
 Know, niggas gon' hate you for whatever you do
 To let it off you gon' need a right hand and the right wrist
 And using the beam mean there was a chance that you might miss
 A nigga wanna send me a message, have it delivered to me
 Ticket on the coupe, sheriff ain't even give it to me
 They want me killed, I'm ready for it
 Means I've written my will, so I'm ready for it
 But I'm real so be ready for it
 [?] is a sport
 Camouflage and the cameras, some batteries, we ramming doors
 We ain't amateurs at all
 I flew but said my mans in the accord
 That's tha plan moving forward
 Til' I learn to get these hammers on board, dawg?
 Let's get some shit out to the forefront
 Better not talk behind the store front
 You motherfuckers picked the wrong one
 Big mistake, I think you niggas made the wrong one
 These niggas talking about burners like we don't own those
 Blasting this fully automatic, that's soul drums
 You motherfuckers picked the wrong one
 Big mistake, I think you niggas made the wrong one
 Tell them bitches they can all come
 Three ain't mind sharing as long as I get them all to come
 One was an alcoholic the way she was drinking all the rum
 Two live together Uptown, but be on Fordham some
 Scooped them from the Bronx, and that's more bed and breakfast fan
 What was ironic was these bitches couldn't put egg to pan
 [?] thing got naked to tan
 Or maybe to skinny dip but she ain't wanna wear the pants
 I mean I pulled up to the block, swore I was never Neverland
 Hard wood all over the crib, stepped in the metal and
 Gave here the "I've been missing you"-dick, she never left again
 Now the bitch depressed again, I don't need the stress again
 Steal from Rage might as well send it back
 I got shooters everywhere, where you gonna spend it at? murder
 Still a reason they made the dress code
 Figure I ain't wanna spread bloodshed on nice clothes
 Let's get some shit out to the forefront
 Better not talk behind the store front
 You motherfuckers picked the wrong one
 Big mistake, I think you niggas made the wrong one
 These niggas talking about burners like we don't owe those
 Blasting this fully automatic, that's soul drums
 You motherfuckers picked the wrong one
 Big mistake, I think you niggas made the wrong one