Lil` Wyte I Did `em Wrong Lyrics

I Did `em Wrong Lyrics



Watsup B****, Watsup H*

Watsup B****, Watsup H*

Watsup B****, Watsup H*



(CHORUS 1)



if you a killa mother F*****, bring your anna to my door, 

is this sh** you wearing, who am i talking to nobody knows, 

if you riding with someone you know and they turn up this song, 

you riding with a mother f***** that think i did em wrong. (x2)



Verse 1



consequences come to those who chose to f*** with lil wyte,

not always physical sometimes mental and emotional right, 

i'll outsmart you in a fight and come back harder on the mic, 

theres an inner spiritual demon that possess me to write. 

now that i made all these moves 

my music causing some havoc 

this shit is pick me up so wat in the f*** did you expect god dammit? 

as long as the beat keep on rollin, my pockets gonna get swollen, 

i know they hate me, they let me know the first time that i told em. 

i got a mind and it's focused, 

you got some serious issues, 

i got family friends, and fans and you aint got no one to miss you. 

i bet you'll life gettin hard, 

you lived your life in a yard, 

im for real i know theres something when you sold both of your cars. 

you mad at me cuz i made it, im only havin some fun, 

see me on mtv yelling out who gives a f*** where you from. 

you might be tough with your gun but look for fun in saddham, doubt me now
?????????? i told you wyte was gon drop bombs.....



(CHORUS 1) (x2)



DJ Paul:

yeah it's time to speed on up, we finna go into another muthaf****** galaxy
nigga, bass check #2, BEEATCH



Verse 2



wake up b**** reality creepin around the corner, 

you so F**** up you couldnt be an organ donor. 

when i see you, im knockin yo head up off of your shoulders 

you gon be like ah s*** when you feel 

these tiny boulders. 

you f***in with the wrong one,

the HCP cracker main, slap you man, stab you man,

even quick to crack your brain.

i aint got no time for hatin faggots on the grind 

keep on passin by cuz i got something 

you'll never f***in find.

this the realest of the real,

hope you feelin it and if you dont

extend your arm and grab your remote,

and turn down your radio.

meanwhile, im gon give it raw 

and write it as nasty as this sh** can be

its easy when you rappin over the hardest mother f**** beats.

i am not braggin, and im not big headed, nor am i conceded

but im proud of myself and the way i ? succeeded.

you wanna bring it to my door 

or be a b*** and catch me slippin

either way it goes this unit i'm grippin's gonna get you, pimpin.



(CHORUS 1) (x2)