N***as.. fuckin' 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 bitch, but your whole click will still get treated shitty
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 bitch 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
Shit, this is what you get, for fuckin' with the wrong n***a

[Hook]
This is what you get
When you fuckin' 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 killed
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 death, so my true n***as show me love
God, forgive me for my lifestyle, a negative figure
But why they fuckin' with the wrong n***a
You know?

[Hook]
It's like.., why you fuckin' with the wrong n***a?

[Verse 3]
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 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 fucked your bitch, and now this new shit, gon', fade 'em all
My n***as ball, made a call for some back-up
The 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 fucked around, buster
How you figure makin' moves on the wrong n***a
[Hook]
It's what it sounds like, ding ding ding..
When you fuckin' with the wrong n***a
N***as gettin' hit, when they fuckin' with the wrong n***a
Fuckin' with the wrong n***a