Artist: Joe Budden Album: Rage & The Machine Song: Wrong One Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Chorus: Joe Budden] Let's get some shit out to the forefront They don't talk behind the store front You muh'fucks picked the wrong one Big mistake, I think you niggaz make the wrong one These niggaz talkin 'bout burners like we don't own one Blastin this fully-automatic, that's all drums You muh'fucks picked the wrong one Big mistake, I think you niggaz make the wrong one [Joe Budden] 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 It's a couple rules I'ma share with you too Know, niggaz gon' hate you for whatever you do To let it off, you gon' need a right hand and a right wrist And using the beam mean there was a chance that you might miss A nigga wan' 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 rammin doors, we ain't amateurs at all I flew but sent my mans in the Accord That's the plan movin forward, 'til I learn to get these hammers on board Dawg~! [Chorus] [Joe Budden] Tell them bitches they can all come Three ain't mind sharin as long as I get them all to cum One was alcoholic, I swear she was drinkin all the rum Two live together uptown but be affordin some Scooped 'em from the Bronx, in a small bed and breakfast fam Which was ironic cause bitches couldn't put egg to pan Egg to the pan, then 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 it was Never-Never Land Hardwood all over the crib, stepped in the Meadowlands Gave her "I've been missin 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 gon' spend it at? It's murder, still a reason they made the dress code Figure I ain't wanna spread bloodshed on nice clothes Ohhh~! [Chorus]