Joe Budden - Wrong One lyrics

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'ma
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
Cans and Desi’s for sport
Camouflagin' the cameras and
Battery ramming doors
We ain't amateurs at all
I flew but sent my mans in the accord
That's a plan moving forward
Do 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 cum one was an alcoholic
I swear she was drinking all the rum
Two live together Uptown
But be on Fordham some
Scooped them from the Bronx
In a small bed and breakfast fam
What was ironic was these bitches
Couldn't put egg to pan
Eggs 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
Hardwood all over the crib
Stepped in the Meadowlark
Gave her 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? It's 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