(feat. Nate Dogg 50 Cent)

[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
Life aint what it used to be
I got these coward niggas shootin me
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
It just aint the same no more
A nigga trippin and stressin a whore
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
Im 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 Im tweekin
But the only time I get to see my kids is on the visiting weekend
I aint in no chains
But sometimes I get tested by the places I hang
And my game just banged on these niggas 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
Nigga I stay strapped

[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
Life aint what it used to be
I got these coward niggas shootin me
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
It just aint the same no more
A nigga trippin and stressin a whore
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong

[Verse 2: Lil Flip]
Im not a role model but you know I got the title
And I aint no american idol
Im more like the american pimp its no lie
so heres a slice of american pie
They told me not to rap but Im doing my thang
Im movin my caine
Got pink red and blue in my chain
Nigga Im like a pimp writin scripts
I got hits nigga
I fill the house with the bricks nigga
We on the grind
Got money on my mind
My niggas puff pine
Yall niggas sniff lines
You do the crime you do the time thats what they told me
Im like LeBron my nigga you cant hold me
My nigga I cant back down
Get a brick and turn ya town into crack town
Im on the blocks with them blocks
I dont run from the cops
Dump the yay cause I got

[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
Life aint what it used to be
I got these coward niggas shootin me
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
It just aint the same no more
A nigga trippin and stressin a whore
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong

[Verse 3: Young Buck]
These niggas wanna see me dead
Instead
Im gettin this bread
Im not blue or red
But Ill put two to your head
They said I wouldnt make it to see 21 but I did
The last homie that got killed I closed his eyelid
F*ck friends cause in the end niggas turn they back
Just cause I smoked a blunt with ya dont mean we cool like that
And your hood aint 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
Bitch come down here to Ca$hville I aint hard to find
My section is protected by Smith And Westons and Rugers
A bunch of bulletproof vestes and some cold-hearted shooters
Motherf*cker

[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
Life aint what it used to be
I got these coward niggas shootin me
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
So wrong
It just aint the same no more
A nigga trippin and stressin a whore
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*cked up
Yall niggas aint got no money
Yall need to get down with us
Ya know what Im sayin?
You know?
The wolves
Yall know what I mean?