2Pac - Fuckin Wit the Wrong Nigga lyrics

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 flippin' my adversaries
Gettin' the dick swiftly
Niggas is swingin' wild
But they styles miss me
You can bring that bitch
But your whole click will
Still get treated shitty
Business never personal
I'm up before the sun come up, I'm tired
Just a ghetto star
A drop top double-R is what I'm ridin'
Nigga, if you was half the man your bitch was
Bring yo' artillery when you come for me
‘cause we sick thugs
No hesitation when I pull and blast
‘cause Syke was bustin'
Plus, Bo had 'em duckin', screamin'
"Get they cash!" so now I got the law on me
My phone's tapped
So I had to send word through my lil' homies
Tell them niggas this the year
When they pull the trigger
Shit, this is what you get
For fuckin' with the wrong nigga

This is what you get
When you fuckin' with the wrong nigga
Hehehehe, yeah, nigga, peep it

Before I lay me down to sleep
I pray and thank the Lord
For givin' me another fruitful day
I wanna be a peaceful, man
But still when niggas come for me
All I can see is gettin' 'em killed
For real, it's how I feel
Reflect my thoughts, flowin' 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 fallin' legends clutchin'
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 tryin' 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 fuckin' with the wrong nigga
You know?

It's like
Why you fuckin' 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
Watchin' 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, gon', fade 'em all
My niggas ball, made a call for some back-up
The lil' 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 makin' moves
On the wrong nigga

It's what it sounds like, ding ding ding
When you fuckin' with the wrong nigga
Niggas gettin' hit
When they fuckin' with the wrong nigga
Fuckin' with the wrong nigga