2Pac ****** Wit the Wrong Nigga song lyrics

Niggas. fucking with the wrong nigga.

My seductive introduction be specific, still elusive

but exclusive's what I give you when I kick it, and I'm still lifted

Niggas can't get with Mr. Wicked

Picture me flipping my adversaries, gettin the dick swiftly

Niggas are swinging wild, but they styles miss me

You can bring that bitch but you whole click'll still get treated shitty

Business never personal I'm up before the sun come up on thai

Just a ghetto star, a dropped up double-R is what I'm riding

Nigga, if you was half the man your bitch was, bring you artillery

when you come for me, cause we sick thugs

No hesitation when I pull and blast, cause Syke was busting

plus, bow had 'em ducking, screaming, "Get they cash!"

So now I got the law on me, my phone's tapped

So I had to send word through my little homies

Tell them niggas this the year when they pull the trigger

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

This is what you get, when you fucking with the wrong nigga.

Hehehehe, yeah nigga, peep it

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 niggas come for me

all I can see is getting 'em, killed

For real it's how I feel, reflect my thoughts, flowing on these reels

Make my enemies deal with my steel, they caps peeled

We still cool but you played yourself

Give him the mac and make him spray hisself, hey

Falling legends clutching chrome three-five-seven

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

Why call in shots nobody really as clear as me

Ain't trying to help the feds get a case for conspiracy

Murder my foes get disposed of

We all homies to the death, so my true niggas show me love

God forgive me for my lifestyle, a negative figure

But why they fucking with the wrong nigga, you know?

It's like.

Why you fucking with the wrong nigga.

I was raised by thugs, schooled by killers

Learned my mathematics 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 in these streets, blast 'til they recognize

Still do or die, all my niggas gettin high watching time fly

Best strategize on the way to profit

Best organize how you ride so they can't stop it

Then keep it poppin lot of busters wanna see me fall

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

My niggas ball made a call for some backup

for little' homies and my dogs in the black truck

Buck buck was the sound as they gats burst

No need for ambulance, baby bring the black hearse

Should've never fucked around buster, how you figure?

Ma kin moves on the wrong nigga, is what it sounds like

Ding ding ding. when you fuck with the wrong nigga.

Niggas gettin hit, when they fuck, with the wrong nigga.

Fucking with the wrong nigga.