"Wrong One" Feat. Bobby Hope

were all getting restless losing patience ready for vengeance it has becomed endless death becoming the street sentence for them niggas that be fucking with my homies the ones I hang out with posted on da block ready to catch someone from another hood slipping everyday and night shit fuck that I ain't sleeping ain't no nigga going to creep into my block thinking theyr going to come through like they're gonna finally put my light out I didn't wanna get strapped up , but I've been dealing with friends I grew up with that ended up getting smoke by this hood life it really doesn't make anything right cause the only way these fools ever get respect is by having that gun or fuck that if you really wanna blast on them bring out that AK-47 that will set many rounds off being fired at once watch how fast it'll get rid of them Look here I go I just got blast my way through another day I don't give fuck how many fools is gonna start playing dead you better make sure that lead doesn't hit any part of your body nigga I knew you'd be asking somebody just like a prayer but fuck this ain't a Madonna song I thought we were suppose to keep it gangster lets keep the tape rolling wait is it yellow yup you know that chalk is for all the bodies that are laying I made sure they would never get up again this ain't gonna be the walking dead this is the westside where we keep everything under order when fools step out of their territories and step foot into the wrong one