Dead Wrong E

That was your last chance to eat your last Meal. Your mama told you that your mouth gon' Get that ass killed. You done got yourself into some G shit. Thought after Biggie popped, hip-hop don't need This. I was wrong though, 'cause now it's on, Hoe. You ain't ridin' with him, what the fuck You on the song for? You just wanna battle Rap, see who got the best verse. I just hope you got a strap, I'ma let That tech burst. Y'all know I ain't having that, I got to check first. See if it's some real beef before I put In work. We are on the real streets, and This is real life. God, if you hear me, don't let me die Tonight. I can see it clearly, they puttin' prices On my head. They kids wear our shoes and They wives in our bed. Now they mad at us 'cause they taking our Picture. So please, Mr. Hater, can I have a word with ya? Talk to me, tell me what is going on. Why are you hating? Why you wanna see me Gone? Who got my back? They just won't leave a G alone. That's why I'm ridin' with it even though it's Dead wrong. Talk to me, tell me what is going on. Why are you hating? Why you wanna see me gone? Who got my back? They just won't leave a G alone. That's why I'm ridin' with it even Though it's dead wrong. You know your boy 50 Cent, he dead wrong. And that nigga Lloyd Banks, he dead wrong. Can't forget Yayo, he dead wrong. Niggas know Young Buck, I'm dead wrong. Back to it, the same old shit. Another album out, it's more money to get. The hood love a nigga, so they give me A pass. I'm not like them other niggas, I will blast. I know these rappers don't know Me, and I should laugh. But ain't no way I'ma let these cowards cross My path. We got animal instincts, Nose of a bloodhound. I smell pussy, I come to pull your panties Down. A man found dead with his eyes open. Oh, you the man now? The whole world know him. Hate me, but you can't break me. You can't say we do a damn thing free. Be about yours, 'cause I'm about mine. See why you bullshittin'? You 'bout to die tryin'. Actin' like I won't walk out this booth and Get him. Somebody tell the hater, can I have A word with him? Talk to me, tell me What is going on. Why are you hating? Why you wanna see me Gone? Who got my back? They just won't leave a G alone. That's why I'm ridin' with it even though it's Dead wrong. Talk to me, tell me what is Going on. Why are you hating? Why you wanna see me gone? Who got my back? They just won't leave a G alone. That's why I'm ridin' with it even though it's Dead wrong. You know the homie Spider Loc, He dead wrong. And them boys Mobb Deep, they dead wrong. Can't forget M. O. P., they dead wrong. Yeah, that nigga Young Buck, I'm dead wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Most Folks tell me. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Most folks tell me. Wrong. You Know, You know, Know, You know, You know, know where He ride.