The Wrong n*gga To f*ck Wit lyrics

by

Eazy-E


[Verse 1: Ice Cube]
Goddamn, it's a brand new payback
From the straight gangsta mack in straight gangsta black
How many motherf*ckers gotta pay?
Went to the shelf and dusted off the AK
Caps gotta get peeled
Cause "The n*gga Ya Love to hate" still can "Kill at Will"
It ain't no pop cause that sucks
And you can New Jack Swing on my nuts
Down wit' the n*ggas that I bail out
I'm platinum, b*tch, and I didn't have to sell out
"f*ck you, Ice Cube", that's what the people say
f*ck America, still with the triple K
'Cause you know when my nine goes buck
It'll bust your head like a watermelon dropped from twelve stories up
Now let's see who'll drop
Punk motherf*ckers tryin' to ban hip-hop
f*ck R&B and the runnin' man
I'm the one that stand, with the gun in hand
Make sure before you buck wit' duck quick
Punk, 'cause I'm the wrong n*gga to f*ck with
("I'ma let y'all know one thing man")

[Verse 2: Ice Cube]
Hell yeah it's on, you better tell 'em
Ice Cube and I'm rolling with the motherf*ckin' L.M
It's the number one crew in the area
Make a move for your gat and I'll bury ya
Ashes to ashes, dirt to dirt
Punks roll when I put in work
'Cause Lench Mob n*ggas are the craziest
And y'all motherf*ckers can't fade my sh*t
South Central, that's where the Lench Mob dwell
Hittin' fools up with the big ass L
One time can't hold me back
Sweatshirt, khakis and croaker sacs
Stop givin' juice to the Raiders
Cause Al Davis never paid us
I hope he wear a vest
It's all about the L-E-N-C-H y'all know the rest
Muthaf*ckin' crew, muthaf*ckin' mob
Do a muthaf*ckin' job in a muthaf*ckin' squad
In '91, Ice Cube grew stronger and bigger
And I'm the wrong n*gga to f*ck with
("One-and-two, ah-three-e-and-ah-four-and")
("Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute")
Drop a old school beat
[Verse 3: Ice Cube]
Like I said, it's a brand new payback
Now in '91, let's see whose beats get jacked
Sir Jinx grew a little bit taller
(Keep the wack beats out)
True motherf*ckin' baller
And hoes can't roll on
Even b*tches looking like En Vogue gotta "Hold On"
Don't let me catch Daryl Gates in traffic
I gotta have it, to peel his cap backwards
I hope he wear a vest too, and his best blue
Goin' up against the Zulu
Break his spine like a jellyfish
Kick his ass 'til I'm smellin' sh*t
Off with the head, off with the head I say
And watch the devil start kickin'
Run around like a chicken
Grand Dragon finger lickin'
Yo, turn him over with a spatula
Now we got, Kentucky Fried Cracker
Mess with the Cube, you get punked quick
Pig, cause I'm the wrong n*gga to f*ck with

[Outro]
("Last person in the world you wanna f*ck with")
("Last person in the world you wanna f*ck with")
("Last person in the world you wanna f*ck with")
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