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Wrong Ones (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

[Phone Conversation]
[Cam:] Hello
[Girl:] Yo Kam
[Cam:] Yo mom whatsup whats goin on
[Girl:] Yo I cant meet you later yo
[Cam:] What Happened?
[Girl:] Yo he stalkin me
[Cam:] He in yo face like dat
[Girl:] Like dat yo hold on
Yo I’m talkin to June Allright
[Cam:] Damn he in yo face like dat
[Girl:] Just like dat
Yo Ill beep you later I can call you later
[Cam:] Alright Alright

[Cam]
Ay Yo you got ta undastand
I’m like a food to tha world
Cuz I’m friends wit ya man
Plus your cool wit my girl
Now I dont really understand how dat cat he be stressin u
I dont understand that you grown but yet he question u
Guessin that u love him but you in it for tha pay
But he know where u at every minute of tha day
But since we learned to creep
Is like we yearn for sleep
And my girls in my face when i dont return tha beep
Its like a sin or a crime
U in tha benz all tha time
But ya man know u aint wit ya friends all tha time
Ill be selfish
Sayin chancin tha long
Dats why I hang up when he answer tha phone
And Ill be callin from tha house in tha paul lobby
Plus I know him he too cheap for caller ID
And my girl in my face jus stressin me child
But Ill dial anotha number if she press redial

[Chorus]
Ay yo me and u creep right now its all fun
But you ever really think about tha long run
When tha nights over and its all done
Were tha wrong ones were tha wrong ones
Ay yo me and u creep right now its all fun
But you ever really think about tha long run
When tha nights over and its all done
Were tha wrong ones were tha wrong ones

[Cam]
I feel bad but good uh huh
When I’m sexin u
But undastand its more than jus tha sex with u
Its ya otha side u show me your intellectual
The way you handle tha things
Minds a professional
But a real freak behind close doors
And you have me open tha way u throw yours
What tha hell you think why I bout those drawz
And when u go down how u move those jawz
Oh Lord
For u Ill be out on a search
Damn u look good in ya blouse and ya skirts
But we got to be careful when we out doin dirt
This aint about us its about who we hurt
But ?mom? i love ya technique
Tha way u make tha bed squeak
Ya man cant get it up
Maybe girl he deat meat
So lets creep
In a lex jeep
At a secret location do it again next week

[Chorus]

[Cam]
Now that I sit here I lay distraught
Tha feelings get involved when u play tha sport
Cause when I’m wit my girl u even stay in thought
And that dates back to my days in court
Sayin u admired tha way I faught
U aint even listen when my airplay was short
Me for u girl yo I feel we deserve it
But u ever really think about is it worth it
When tha nights over and tha cris’ is gone
You got kids and a man playin mr. mom
Your man and my wife will be gone in tha smoke
Cuz tha last time we did it tha condom broke

[phone convo]
[Girl:] Cam I’m pregnant
[Cam:] So Whatchu tellin me for
[Girl:] Oh u can Lay down and make a baby
But u cant take care of one
[Cam:] Get outta here wit dat Righteous

[Chorus till fade]

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Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

[SunKiss]
Yeah.. no more runnin
Hahah..
Yeah no more America’s Most and all that shit there
Rockin the mic now
Runnin with my nigga Pun Boogie baby
Lot of niggaz fronted
Said they gonna put me on, help me and shit like that there
But you kept it golden with me my nigga
That’s right, you fuckers
Dead, and still killin shit!

Chorus: SunKiss + Big Pun

I’m the wrong one to fuck with
Fuck with me and you’ll get stuck quick, fuck you suck dick, hah
You ain’t got no wins in mi casa
Que te pasa, you ain’t even in my clasa
I’m the wrong one to fuck with
Drivebys in the truck quick, fuck you suck dick, hah
You ain’t got no wins in mi casa
Que te pasa, hah ha..

[SunKiss]
I’m as wicked as Hitler first born
Cause of me, lot of old ladies purse gone
"Kill Niggaz Softly" but not with her song
Matter of fact I kill em viciously, brutally
Strip them clowns down to nudity
Shove the chrome where they doodoo be
It’s a stick up, don’t try to get brave
Don’t even chance it Duke
I want y’all motherfuckers strippin like you dance for Luke
Don’t stop, give it give it – or you gon’ get it get it
Get your fuckin Yankee fitted splitted when I spit it spit it
Y’all faggot rappers funny as Saturday Night Live
Creep through in a white 5 and snipe five
Y’all got some trife wives
Show me where y’all re’ at, where the ki’ 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 out of milk, for cereals, I leave her breasts cut
Got this pitbull and I feed him fresh guts – sick em Cujo!
Steal your bitch and dick the culo
Slam yo’ ass and I don’t know a lick of judo
Fly to P.R. – stick Menudo
Come back, cop a 6 with two-do’
Cop a brick from you know who, Julio Crew
from Washington Heights in jail I had niggaz washin my Nike’s
Now I’m squashin the mic, extortionist type
Harsh with a knife
I’m flossin yo’ ice on some Bronx shit tonight

Chorus

[Big Punisher]
Cannibalism is livin in my metabolism
Givin em spasms and aneurisms at baby baptisms
That’s all my thugs thinkin bout, drinkin your blood
Boriquans love flooded rugs bloody and bloated mugs
Leavin the reverand decap’ and severn when I’m beheadin
The Armageddeon is lettin demons slip into Heaven
Goin back to spiritual ritual times
What you gon’ find – shiftings of Satan in critical bind
Nevermind, I do that often, I’ve risen often
Bust out my coffin, I’m a livin abortion
Battled the Devil and deaded his demons
Trained other beings to be in his different levels of Hell,
still screamin
Seein 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 motherfuckin man
I roll with Cuban makin junk to jams
That’s all I’m knowin and I’m never kneed
All on your soul I feed, I’m lettin punk motherfuckers bleed
Fuckin with me, better hide yo’ seed
Better think twice, before you ride on me
Cause I’ma lift your weight,
then I’m droppin you in the incinerator
Then I’m hittin the hospital and poppin two in the incubator
That’s how we do it pana, hardcore, no more goo-goo ga-ga
Oh I’m sorry pa-pa, was you the da-da?

Chorus 2X