Wrong Kind
(My nigga Deltah in the pots)
9.5
Yeah
You niggas be the wrong kind
Leave your brother out to starve nigga not mine
These niggas coming with me
They ain't gotta ask for shit
I tell 'em I got 'em I got 'em ain't no halfing shit
And I was going thru that pain though
All that fake love went down the drain though
I know you fake cause I can tell it from your composition
You a bitch and your bitch a bitch it ain't no difference
I got a
Story to tell & ima make 'em listen
I write this
Pain on a pad & my heart where my pen is
You fuckin' goofy you gonna think that I ain't pen the sentence
And you gonna tell to get a lighter sentence yeah
Dipping out like adios
We caught a lick & told 'em vamanos
When I was struggling askin where they go (Where they go)
They only love you when you dead and gone (When you dead and gone)
They only love you when you on top
How you ain't drop the nigga you had the drop
And you be talking all that big dog gangsta shit
& whole time you ain't nothing but a wanksta
Streets'll really change ya
& I mean change ya
Turn a sucka nigga to killer all for a name
Turn a real nigga to dead all for da fame
Yeah I guess it's all part of the game
I told my brudda get on ya shit
& stay out the way
He too busy getting high to notice he in the way
Do what I want when I say
And if I don't den I don't
These niggas say they gone slide when niggas sliding they won't
I know a phony when I see one
Go back to where you got ya name and get a refund
And u be talking bout ya reck but we ain't see none (Naw)
Play wit the gang & you gone see guns
Yeah and all my niggas tied in
In the city wildin'
Can't call you my brother 'less we really got some time in
She go coco nuts and I ain't even put the lime in
And I'm really talking don't be thinking I'm just rhyming
Yeah
& I was going thru that pain though
All that fake love went down the drain though
I know you fake cause I can tell it from your composition
You a bitch
And ya bitch a bitch it ain't no difference
They only love you when you on top
You ain't drop the nigga when you had the drop (Yeah)
And you be talking all that big dog gangsta shit
Whole time you ain't nothing but a wanksta
Streets'll really change ya
& I mean change ya
Turn a sucka nigga to killer all for a name
Turn a real nigga to dead all for da fame
But it's all part of the game
(But it's all part of the game)
9.5
Yeah
You niggas be the wrong kind
Leave your brother out to starve nigga not mine
These niggas coming with me
They ain't gotta ask for shit
I tell 'em I got 'em I got 'em ain't no halfing shit
And I was going thru that pain though
All that fake love went down the drain though
I know you fake cause I can tell it from your composition
You a bitch and your bitch a bitch it ain't no difference
I got a
Story to tell & ima make 'em listen
I write this
Pain on a pad & my heart where my pen is
You fuckin' goofy you gonna think that I ain't pen the sentence
And you gonna tell to get a lighter sentence yeah
Dipping out like adios
We caught a lick & told 'em vamanos
When I was struggling askin where they go (Where they go)
They only love you when you dead and gone (When you dead and gone)
They only love you when you on top
How you ain't drop the nigga you had the drop
And you be talking all that big dog gangsta shit
& whole time you ain't nothing but a wanksta
Streets'll really change ya
& I mean change ya
Turn a sucka nigga to killer all for a name
Turn a real nigga to dead all for da fame
Yeah I guess it's all part of the game
I told my brudda get on ya shit
& stay out the way
He too busy getting high to notice he in the way
Do what I want when I say
And if I don't den I don't
These niggas say they gone slide when niggas sliding they won't
I know a phony when I see one
Go back to where you got ya name and get a refund
And u be talking bout ya reck but we ain't see none (Naw)
Play wit the gang & you gone see guns
Yeah and all my niggas tied in
In the city wildin'
Can't call you my brother 'less we really got some time in
She go coco nuts and I ain't even put the lime in
And I'm really talking don't be thinking I'm just rhyming
Yeah
& I was going thru that pain though
All that fake love went down the drain though
I know you fake cause I can tell it from your composition
You a bitch
And ya bitch a bitch it ain't no difference
They only love you when you on top
You ain't drop the nigga when you had the drop (Yeah)
And you be talking all that big dog gangsta shit
Whole time you ain't nothing but a wanksta
Streets'll really change ya
& I mean change ya
Turn a sucka nigga to killer all for a name
Turn a real nigga to dead all for da fame
But it's all part of the game
(But it's all part of the game)
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Writer(s): Kent Williams
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