Something's Wrong

[Stricklin]

Yeah, big Strick, let's get it on...

Yo, last night I had a nightmare that I was wack

Nope, I'm sorry, it's that you said something dope

Fuck it, it don't matter, cause I know shit ain't really like that

Cause if you said something dope, I know somebody else probably had to write that

You on the wrong song an' I'm on the right track

I hit the cypher, and you bounce talkin' 'bout "Strick, I'll be right back!"

What the fuck you comin' back for?

I pulled up to the front of the club and hurried and scurried up out the back door

Just in time 'fore your ass got a cracked jaw

Mad cause I stack more than what the Lakers sign Shaq for?

Incredible rhymer, what the hell I'mma sell crack for?

I'm real, you a ac-tor, I'm hot, you just not a fac-tor

You on some 'bout to do, I'm on some already done shit

I'll burn you with the same light you just lit up your blunt wit'

And I done came wit' the style you probably 'bout to come wit'

You the opposite of smart feces, get it, dumb shit?

Could give a fuck who you run wit'

Or them niggas you 'bout to go get

Matter of fact, go get 'em, you'll just be layin' on the floor wit' 'em

Lookin' up at me talkin' 'bout: "Why you let the fo-fo hit 'em?

I really don't know these niggas, I just did a show wit' 'em

Went back to the telly and I hit a couple of hoes wit' em

Met 'em at the studio an' just spit a couple of flows wit' 'em

Bought a bag of dro and just sat back and got high wit' 'em"

Oh yeah, that's good to know, now you 'bout to die wit' 'em

Head straight to the pearly gate, say 'hi' to the big guy wit' 'em

Or take it to that other level, down with the devil and fry wit' 'em

Grumble and groan, piss and moan, boo-hoo and cry wit' 'em

At least go home and tell his momma bye bye wit' 'em (bye, momma)

Cause duke, I'm the hottest nigga on earth right now

Ain't bust my gun in nine months 'bout to give birth right now

Run all up in a nigga hood and take his turf right now

Nothing's what your life is worth right now

I've been in shit for too long, it's about time I burst

A & R's ready to quit cause they ain't find me first

Record labels ready to shut down cause they ain't sign me first

But let me stop right now cause I know y'all niggas be dying to rewind my verse

[Hook: Young Zee]

If y'all don't know how we gets it on

From twelve  midnight to the cracks o' dawn

Got girls in the back takin' off they thongs

Then feelin' that something's wrong!

If y'all don't know how we gets it on

From twelve a.m. to the early morn'

If you sitting on things then blow ya horn

Cause if ya not there's something wrong! (Word is bond)

[Masta Ace]

I came outta rap training camp as the reigning champ

An' lay motherfuckers down just like the pain of a cramp

I won't stop 'til I see my face and my name on a stamp

And y'all still won't be able to stick me or fuck wit' me

I'm 'bout to leave my mark on this game like a buck fifty

Took shots but I duck swiftly, you just missed me

Fuck Alice, Ralph, Ed, Norton and fuck Trixie

I'mma fuck like it's my honeymoon 'til I touch sixty

You ain't a thug so don't try to get tough with me

If you think about tryna hit me, you'll get snuffed quickly

Deep down, hate Bobby Brown, but love Whitney

At times I wish I was O.J. and the glove fit me

Then I wouldn't have to hear none of you wack niggas

Talkin' bout how your crew's rich and you stack figures

In my hand's a chrome gun with a black trigger

I know you think your shit's big, but I packs bigger

Just ask your wife, cause I blasted her pipes

If I tell Strick to pass me a knife would you ask for your life?

You's a pussy, I can tell by your song

Homo/thug rapper, I can tell by your thong

Got sugar in your tank, you probably shit syrup

The world's about to see what it is when I hit Europe

And when I come back home for my birthday

I'mma do another video, too explicit to play

[Hook: Young Zee]

If y'all don't know how we gets it on

From twelve  midnight to the cracks o' dawn

Got girls in the back takin' off they thongs

Then feelin' that something's wrong!

If y'all don't know how we gets it on

From twelve a.m. to the early morn'

If you sitting on things then blow ya horn

Cause if ya not there's something wrong! (Word is bond)

[Young Zee]

Ace, Zee, yo Strick, Bricks, Zee, Outsidaz, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...

Niggas fear me like the fear of AIDS

I take out pretty boys wearin' shades

Or thug niggas with they hair in braids (punk)

Then fuck yo' girl through that thing she wearing

Get her pregnant to leave that bitch a single parent

Got mad cars, you probably ain't been in a Jaguar

Drunk at Justin's, while you hang out at a fag bar

Scared of jail, but at home you tryna rob

When you got inside you got sodomized by a lotta guys

Girls pile up in Young Zee room

I fucked the wives of about twenty grooms on they honeymoons

We had a check sellin' bottles of rock

An' so much dope came we remodeled the spot

That’s why all cat spendin' tens, we beat them

See you grinnin' when I stop and the rims keep spinnin'

Fuck with Zee I'll bash ya face

I'll fucks wit' {​*scratches*}​ Masta Ace, bitch