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Wrong Ones (feat. Sunkiss)
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Wrong Ones (feat. Sunkiss) was released on April 4, 2000 by LOUD Records as a part of the album Yeah Baby
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Release DateApril 4, 2000
LabelLOUD Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM95

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Punisher
Big Punisher
Performer
Sunkiss
Sunkiss
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Rios
Christopher Rios
Composer
D. Barzey
D. Barzey
Composer
J. Smith
J. Smith
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Just Blaze
Just Blaze
Producer
Ken Smith
Ken Smith
Mixing Engineer
Kiernan Walsh
Kiernan Walsh
Mixing Engineer
Christian Delator
Christian Delator
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah
No more running
Yeah, no more America's Most and all that shit there
Rocking the mic now
Running with my ****, Pun Boogie, baby
Lotta **** fronted
Said they gon' put me on, help me eat and shit like that there
But you kept it golden with me, my ****
That's right, you fucker
Yeah, still killing shit
[Verse 2]
I'm the wrong one to fuck with
Fuck with me and you get stuck quick
Fuck you, suck dick, ha
You ain't got no wins in mi casa
Que te pasa, you ain't even in my class-a
I'm the wrong one to fuck with
Drive-by's in the truck quick
Fuck you, suck dick, ha
You ain't got no wins in mi casa
Que te pasa, ha-ha
[Verse 3]
I'm as wicked as Hitler, firstborn
'Cause of me, lot of old ladies' purse gone
Kill **** softly, but not with her song
Matter fact, I kill 'em viciously, brutally
Stripping clowns down to nudity
Shove the chrome where their doo-doo be
It's a stickup, don't try to get brave
Don't even chance it, dude
I want you motherfuckers stripping like you dance for loot
Don't stop, give it, give it
Or you gon' get it, get it
Get your fucking Yankee fitted
Split it when I spit it, spit it
[Verse 4]
Y'all faggot rappers funny as Saturday Night Live
Creep through in a White 5 and snipe 5
Y'all got some trife wives
Show me where your re at
Where the key at
Sleep, eat, shit, and pee at
Park your 3 at
Spark like Vietnam
Tell your mom through the intercom
UPS, ma'am, sign here, send a bomb
Leave that bitch roasted and toasted like a chestnut
And if I run outta milk for cereals, I'll leave her breasts cut
[Verse 5]
Got this pit bull and I feed him fresh guts
Sic 'em, Cujo
Steal your bitch and dick, the culo
Slam your ass, and I don't know a lick of judo
Fly to PR, stick Menudo
Come back, cop a six with two-door
Cop a brick from you know who, Julio crew
From Washington Heights
In jail, I had **** washing my Nikes
Now I'm squashing the mic, extortionist type
Harsh with a knife, I'm flossing your ice
On some Bronx shit tonight
[Verse 6]
I'm the wrong one to fuck with
Fuck with me and you get stuck quick
Fuck you, suck dick, ha
You ain't got no wins in mi casa
Que te pasa, you ain't even in my class-a
I'm the wrong one to fuck with
Drive-by's in the truck quick
Fuck you, suck dick, ha
You ain't got no wins in mi casa
Que te pasa, ha-ha
[Verse 7]
Cannibalism is living in my metabolism
Giving 'em spasms and aneurysms and baby baptisms
That's all my thugs thinking 'bout drinking your blood
Boriquans love flooded rugs
Bloody and bloated mugs
Even the reverend can catch a severing when I'm beheading
The Armageddon is dead and demon's even in heaven
Going back to spiritual ritual times
What you gon' find? Shiftings of Satan in critical bind
[Verse 8]
Never mind, I do that often, I've risen often
Bust out my coffin, I'm a living abortion
Battled the devil and deadened his demons
Treaded the beings that be in his different levels of hell
Still screaming
[Verse 9]
Seeing bodies bloody and babies bloated, corroded
Know the Chinese exploded
Know they run with Gotti, who know it
(Check it)
I never run, I never ran
The fattest motherfucking man
I roll with Cuban, making junk to jams
[Verse 10]
That's all I'm knowing and I'm never kneed
All on your soul, I feed
I'm letting punk motherfuckers bleed
Fucking with me, better hide your seed
Better think twice before you ride on me
'Cause I'ma lift your weight
Then I'm dropping you in the incinerator
[Verse 11]
And then I'm hitting the hospital
And popping two in the incubator
[Verse 12]
That's how we do it, pana
Hardcore, no more goo-goo ga-ga
Oh, I'm sorry, papa, was you the da-da?
[Verse 13]
I'm the wrong one to fuck with
Fuck with me and you get stuck quick
Fuck you, suck dick, ha
You ain't got no wins in mi casa
Que te pasa, you ain't even in my class-a
I'm the wrong one to fuck with
Drive-by's in the truck quick
Fuck you, suck dick, ha
You ain't got no wins in mi casa
Que te pasa, ha-ha
[Verse 14]
I'm the wrong one to fuck with
Fuck with me and you get stuck quick
Fuck you, suck dick, ha
You ain't got no wins in mi casa
Que te pasa, you ain't even in my class-a
I'm the wrong one to fuck with
Drive-by's in the truck quick
Fuck you, suck dick, ha
You ain't got no wins in mi casa
Que te pasa, ha-ha
Written by: Christopher Rios, D. Barzey, J. Smith
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