Met the Wrong Gun - Juicy J, Lex Luger

See I ain’t worried about nobody out here mane

You know what I’m sayin

Send my young niggas to get you

(GET EM!)

I send some young niggas to wait in front of you momma’s house

Waiting with them berners, waitin on you to come out

When them drums hit ya bruh, you gon be burnt out

Dead on arrival, throw over the towels

I don’t give a damn nigga take this shit to trial

Got a gang of young niggas in the jail house, wildin

Got the jury paid off and the federal judge

You fucking with a boss, I got all the plugs

His girl lookin for him

His mami lookin for him

His kids lookin for him

His papi lookin for him

Tell his folks that he’s gone and he ain’t comin back home

Next time they see his body they gon need a tombstone

He done fucked around and got into it with the wrong one

Them other niggas missed his ass this time he met the wrong gun

Tell his folks that he’s gone and he ain’t comin back home

Next time they see his body they gon need a tombstone (Real Talk)

These niggas pussy, (Mhm) they need they guys (They scared

They won’t step outside, knowin somebody gon ride (They scared)

Down on they ass guns blast 80 rounds (You scared)

If you owe me money I suggest you pay me now

I’m a street nigga hope you niggas know bruh

Last nigga try to cross me out is in a coma

I know you scared, I bet you sleep with your security, and you ain’t even know

that your security is fearin me

[Hook}

Hey Juicy J, tells these niggas what the fuck up dawg

Smokin some cali kush