Come get wrong, get wrong

Come get wrong, get wrong

Come get wrong, get wrong

Come get wrong, get wrong (GET WRONG!)

Come get wrong, get wrong

Come get wrong, get wrong

Come get wrong, get wrong

Come get wrong, get wrong

See now, mane, that I'm on my own

I have to use this as a stepping stone

See, I wasn't going, so they set me free

Without the Koopsta, something's missing from the Three

Please, just hear me, please, just understand

About that fame, mane, I don't give a damn

Seems like I've been gone for some years

But you won't see the Koopsta's crying tears

Come in (Mayn, fuck it!)

Jump in (Mayn, fuck it!)

The wind (Mayn, fuck it!)

My friend (Mayn, fuck it!)

The club (Mayn, fuck it!)

Crunk up (Mayn, fuck it!)

Wassup? (Mayn, fuck it!)

Say what? (Mayn, fuck it!)

I'm on some devil shit, I come to re-rock the nation

Placed up by wicked hits, trick, there's no time for no patience

You haters none but cowards, best check up into them showers

Your mom has been dead for some hours, that comes from hitting bad powder

Backed up by awesome power, you kind of scared me 'cause we coming tough

North Memphis **** clicking, quickly raise them thumbs up

Jump up to get beat down, softer smile to murder frown

How you bitches like me now, make 'em feel them thunder sounds, buck 'em down

See now, mane, that I'm on my own

I have to use this as a stepping stone

See, I wasn't going, so they set me free

Without the Koopsta, something's missing from the three

Please, just hear me, please, just understand

About that fame, mane, I don't give a damn

Seems like I've been gone for some years

But you won't see the Koopsta's crying tears

Cry-y-y-y-i-i-i-in' over you

See, I was cry-y-y-y-i-i-i-in' over you

See I was

DJ Paul sat on the wall

Along came a rapper named Koopsta Knicca

I asked that **** what, say bro I got that stuff

I bumped for that fool, and he hooked a **** up

At the club, so clean, Chevy Thang so mean

Paul fourteen, fifteen, and sixteen

.380 we rocked, pearl thang cars

He gave me a song, and we named it Stash Spot

"Well, I'm fresh up out of jail with no job, so I steal and rob"

Bumped so hard, hurt some rappers' hearts

I didn't want to do it, but fuck it, why not

See now, mane, that I'm on my own

I have to use this as a stepping stone

See, I wasn't going, so they set me free

Without the Koopsta, something's missing from the three

Please, just hear me, please, just understand

About that fame, mane, I don't give a damn

Seems like I've been gone for some years

But you won't see the Koopsta's crying tears

Come get wrong, get wrong

Come get wrong, get wrong

Come get wrong, get wrong

Come get wrong, get wrong

Come get wrong, get wrong

Come get wrong, get wrong

Come get wrong, get wrong

Come get wrong, get wrong