The Wrong One lyrics

{VERSE 1}

I'm in the basement getting wasted I'm broke, and my momma testing my patience so I'm boutta go smoke, boutta go loc, if I don't hit a lick soon, catch a n*gga slipping make him front page news upon the tribune, if he want it if its money I'm on it, sucker n*ggas and my opponents get hit up if they flaunt it, it's temporary man its just for the moment, something to jump, in a slump I been kicking the same sh*t for months

Freddie Gibbs - "what up doe"

I ran into Lil Jo in "?" heard he been hurting and working serving that yayo

Freddie Gibbs - "Say bruh heard you getting cheddar with the chrome let yo dawg hold a couple of them soon, my pockets flat I'm barely keeping gas in the LTD, and making moves around the G keep the tank on E"

Lil Jo - "but Lil Gibbs I can't f*ck with you man, you full of drama, plus you threw away my chopper + you owe me some change"

Freddie Gibbs - "Man you trippin on the f*ck ass highpoint?
I got some new sh*t dawg the P95 joint, the 40 cali smith & wesson, I can sell em but I need them later, I'll hit you with some paper, get my weight up and return the favor"

Lil Jo - "yo I ain't holding no work but I know a couple n*ggas you can j*rk if wiling to the dirt, but you could get murked these n*ggas known for clapping"

Freddie Gibbs - "Man I'll put them bast*rds on the meat waggon"


{CHORUS}

Man they f*cking with the wrong one, f*ck beefs f*ck crews, I'll show you n*ggas how I move, yo they f*cking with the wrong one, no mercy no love, bussing slugs at you homo thugs, these n*ggas f*cking with the wrong one, ain't no telling what Imma do to you I'll pop and send a n*gga to his funeral, look they're f*cking with the wrong one, cause if you got it I'll take it, I bring the drama, f*ck the stunting and faking, these n*ggas f*cking with the wrong one

Drums cut out for scene of dialogue, however the synth pads and melodic piano remains
{Dialogue}
Freddie Gibbs - "for real man a n*gga hurting man

Lil Jo - (chuckles)

Freddie Gibbs - "Straight up ain't no gigs hiring"

Lil Jo - "Yeah" (cuts him off)

Freddie Gibbs - "Ain't no money out here in the G n*gga"

Lil Jo - "Yeah n*gga I know, I know n*gga"

Freddie Gibbs - "sh*t I don't give a f*ck, I'm down to do whatever n*gga, lemme know what I gotta do n*gga straight up"

Lil Jo - "Aight"


Drums come back in
{Verse 2}

See Lil Jo wasn't moving huge blow but he was copping from some Mexicanos in east Chicago, probably get a key in a month, quater a week he could've fronted me with something let a young boy eat but Imma take it how it come to me and get it how I live it, the hollows from the "?" will knock the logo off your fitted

Freddie Gibbs - Is you bullsh*ting

Lil Jo - "Naw n*gga it's all real, all you gotta do is show up and do it"
Freddie Gibbs - "So whats the deal"

Lil Jo - "My connect been f*cking me and my numbers through the roof, this my last f*cking with dude I'm losing loot so tomorrow Imma send a b*tch to cop my coke, you stick em and give me half the "?" money and give me the dope"

Freddie Gibbs - "This sh*t to good to be true"

Lil Jo - "Is you scared?"

Freddie Gibbs - "Is you crazy, I'll murder everything in the room women and babies, no witnesses, no weapon they ain't got no case, man I don't even need a mask they don't know my face"

So the next day I meet the b*tch and follow her, hopped into a steamer I borrowed from my uncle Oliver, homie was trippin I would have never put my trust in a hoe, I gave that b*tch like 30 seconds then I bussed in the door like blow (machine gun rinsing noise) nobody move or somebodies getting wet up, a room full of cats with gats this was a set up, a vado from the side stabbed me in the eye, partially blinded from the blood but I let shots fly, I backed out the crib, ducking and running, n*ggas was juming, heart pumping, body numbing from my adrenaline rushing. Imma see this n*gga Jo and confront him, make that snake ass n*gga pray the price for stunting n*gga it's nothing


Drum cuts again for more dialogue
{Dialogue}

Freddie Gibbs - "Ole b*tch ass n*gga here, ayy n*gga go right there n*gga" (talking to himself)

Freddie Gibbs - "ayy fam"

Lil Jo - "What"

Freddie Gibbs - "b*tch I got that sh*t for you for you n*gga"

Lil Jo - "I don't know what your talking bout"
Freddie Gibbs - "Yeah you know what I'm talking bout mothaf*cka"
(Gunshots disperse)

{Chorus}

Man they f*cking with the wrong one, f*ck beefs f*ck crews, I'll show you n*ggas how I move, yo they f*cking with the wrong one, no mercy no love, bussing slugs at you homo thugs, these n*ggas f*cking with the wrong one, ain't no telling what Imma do to you I'll pop and send a n*gga to his funeral, look they're f*cking with the wrong one, cause if you got it I'll take it, I bring the drama, f*ck the stunting and faking, these n*ggas f*cking with the wrong one
(Siren sounds)