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freddie gibbs - the wrong one lyrics

{verse 1}

i’m in the bas-m-nt 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 l1ck 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 -ss 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 jerk if wiling to the dirt, but you could get murked these n-ggas known for clapping”

freddie gibbs – “man i’ll put them b-st-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 h0m- 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 c0ke, 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) n0body 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 -ss n-gga pray the price for stunting n-gga it’s nothing

drum cuts again for more dialogue
{dialogue}

freddie gibbs – “ole b-tch -ss 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}

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