****** Wit The Wrong Nigga - 2Pac

My seductive introduction, be specific

Still a loser, but exclusives what i give you when i kick it And i’m still lifted, niggaz can’t get with mr.

wicked

Picture me flipping, my adversaries getting a dick swiftly

Niggaz is swinging wild but they sounds miss me You can bring that bitch with your whole click

And still get treated shitty, business never personal

I’m up before the sun come up, i’m tired

Just a ghetto star, a droptop double r is what i’m riding

Nigga if you was half the man your bitch was

Bring your artillery, when you come for me cause we sick thugs

No hesitation when i pull and blast

Cause syke was busting

Plus bo had em ducking screaming get they cash so So now i got the law on me, my phones tapped

So i had to send word through my lil’homies

Tell them niggaz just begin when they pull the trigger

Shit this is what you get for fucking with the wrong nigga

This is what you get when your fucking with the wrong nigga

Haha yeah nigga, peep

Before i lay me down to sleep, i pray

And thank the lord for giving me another fruitful day

I wanna be a peaceful man, but still when niggaz come for me All i can see is getting em killed, for real its how i feel

Perfect my thoughts flowing on these reals

Make my enemies deal with my steel

They caps peel, we still cool, but you played yourself

Give em the mac and make em spray yourselves

Heeey, falling legends, clutching chrome 3 5 7

Putting two bullets to they dome, wanted to die in heaven

While calling shots nobody real, its clear its me Ain’t trying to help the fedz get a case for conspiracy

Murder my foes, get disposed of, we all homies till the death

So my true niggaz show me love

God forgive me for my lifestyle, a negative figure

But why they fucking with the wrong nigga?

You know its like

Why you fucking with the wrong nigga?

I was raised by thugs schooled by killers

Learned my mathematic skills from real drug dealers

Tried to rise but they tried me I guess they all had to die cause we tried peace

I die on these streets, blast till they recognize

Still do or die all my niggaz getting high

Watching time fly, best strategize on a way to profit

Best organize how they ride so they can’t stop it Then keep it popping, alot of buster wanna see me fall

I fucked your bitch and now this new shit gonna fade em all

My niggaz ball, made a call for some backup

The little homiez and my dawgs in a black truck

Buck buck was the sound, as thier gats burst

No need for ambulance.

baby bring the black hurse

Shoulda never fucked around buster

How you figure making moves on the wrong nigga

This what it sounds like, bing bing bing

When you fucking with the wrong nigga

Niggas getting hit when they fucking with the wrong nigga

Fucking with the wrong nigga