ARTIST(s):        2Pac
SONG TITLE:     Fuckin Wit The Wrong Nigga
ALBUM:              Until The End Of Time
BY:                      2pacWorld.co.uk




Fucking with the wrong nigga 

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 


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