Wrong

Lyrics

[Intro: Kuniva] Uh Yeah D12 Uh, yo, yo [Verse 1: Kuniva] Yo I think it's time to kill all the drama, mane It's three o'clock yo it's time to fuck your momma, mane See I don't give a fuck, I deal wit that karma mane I plant bullets in you niggas like a farmer mane I'm never slackin' up, steerin' in the right lane Shoot a nigga's house up while sippin' on some night train High as a kite mane, now you on some trouble Buck-50 cross your face, if you winnin' I'ma cut you And still bust a nigga bubble, leave you in a bloody puddle At your funeral, they cuddle Bang like three gats, show me where the peace at? Shoot him in his kneecap, take his little weed sack Three niggas with three MACs, pull your car seat back Hit 'em with the heat black, leave 'em in the street black We some real streets cats while you out tourin' mane We still shoot up niggas while they performin' mane I'm still rippin' while you checkin' off some chicken I'ma shoot right in your kitchen, now your lower neck is missin' And don't know the meanin' of the word "Pull your skirt up" You don't know about the Dozen, motherfucker you'll get murdered You got it right nigga, we the ones he fight wit Got them nines spittin' at you, we will end your life quick That house nigga that, house nigga this Want some black in you bitch then suck a house nigga dick It ain't about a magazine, it ain't about race It's about you spittin' ghostwritten shit outta your face So die another day, because you know it's entertainment I'll stuff ya outta shape pale face into the pavement The cotton pickers goin' crazy on this lady With the braids while the babies and the shady niggas praise me You outta woof tickets, nigga you wack as fuck [Verse 2: Kon Artis] Yo, give me the shank let me take a jab at his gut Okay, you can't even write raps, you're damned at fifty years old Your daddy's on his death bed, you're never gonna go gold It's best if you just shut it up, fresh whoops when it's lettered up You don't want it wit me, take a L like a 7-Up Fuck your momma I give back shots to your woman Guess you could say that she got cock in her stomach If the bitch say she pregnant, no I'm not gonna want it But you suckers joke, fuck it, I'll make you pay for it mane Now you pissed, in the club all outta Jamie Foxx your punk ass, hop back through the crowd Lick a shot for my man who just got locked down (Ayo, yo, yo, yo fuck that, keep goin') 'Cause when the bodies start droppin', niggas mommas get to cryin' Traffic move a little slow, a funeral be passin' by 'em This shit could've been prevented, if you hadn't started whinin' 'Bout a honkey bein' fresher than most niggas that be rhymin'