Wrong One - Joe Budden

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

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