(feat. Nate Dogg, 50 Cent)

[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
Life ain't what it used to be
I got these coward n****s shootin' me
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
It just ain't the same no more
A n***a trippin' and stressin' a w***e
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
I'm just sittin' back vibin' to some Al Green now
10, 11, 12 years in the game and I came from the Seenile
Got a gang of loved ones in the penile
Fighting for lives everyday but meanwhile
I see my life is sort of like theres
Cause other than moms and Boo-Boo nobody else cares
I know you think I'm tweekin'
But the only time I get to see my kids is on the visiting weekend
I ain't in no chains
But sometimes I get tested by the places I hang
And my game just banged on these n****s from the other side
Now I got reprecussions
Suckas is bustin'
Talk is cheap
And for some apparent reason the streets keep watchin' me
Well watch me
And watch ya back
Pop pop I got ya that
Ratta Tat
N***a I stay strapped

[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
Life ain't what it used to be
I got these coward n****s shootin' me
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
It just ain't the same no more
A n***a trippin' and stressin' a w***e
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong

[Verse 2: Lil Flip]
I'm not a role model but you know I got the title
And I ain't no american idol
I'm more like the american pimp its no lie
So heres a slice of american pie
They told me not to rap but I'm doing my thang
I'm movin' my caine
Got pink, red and blue in my chain
N***a I'm like a pimp writin' scripts
I got hits n***a
I fill the house with the bricks n***a
We on the grind
Got money on my mind
My n****s puff pine
Ya'll n****s sniff lines
You do the crime you do the time that's what they told me
I'm like Lebron my n***a you can't hold me
My n***a I can't back down
Get a brick and turn ya town into crack town
I'm on the blocks with them blocks
I don't run from the cops
Dump the yay cause I got

[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
Life ain't what it used to be
I got these coward n****s shootin' me
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
It just ain't the same no more
A n***a trippin' and stressin' a w***e
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong

[Verse 3: Young Buck]
These n****s wanna see me dead
Instead
I'm gettin' this bread
I'm not blue or red
But I'll put two to your head
They said I wouldn't make it to see 21 but I did
The last homie that got killed I closed his eyelid
F**k friends cause in the end n****s turn they back
Just cause I smoked a blunt with ya don't mean we cool like that
And your hood ain't no harder than mine
I put in more work than you on your own block I know that you lyin'
I got one hand on the wheel other hand on my nine
B***h come down here to Ca$hville I ain't hard to find
My section is protected by Smith And Westons and Rugers
A bunch of bulletproof vestes and some cold-hearted shooters
M**********r

[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
Life ain't what it used to be
I got these coward n****s shootin' me
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
It just ain't the same no more
A n***a trippin' and stressin' a w***e
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong

[50 Cent:]
By the way you know my dj, Whoo Kid?
I get a phone call from these guys from 310
You know out there in L. A.?
You know I found out some new news about my dj too
Yeah hes gonna be the first dj with a Bentley
Its f****d up
Ya'll n****s ain't got no money
Ya'll need to get down with us
Ya know what I'm sayin'?
You know?
The wolves
Ya''ll know what I mean?
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