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2Pac - F***** Wit the Wrong N**** lyrics
Niggaz.. fuckin wit the wrong nigga.. [2Pac] My seductive introduction be specific, still elusive but exclusive's what I give you when I kick it, and I'm still lifted Niggaz can't get with Mr. Wicked Picture me flippin my adversaries, gettin the dick swiftly Niggaz are swingin wild, but they styles miss me You can bring that bitch but ya 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 ridin Nigga, if you was half the man yo' bitch was, bring you artillery when you come for me, cause we sick thugs No hesitation when I pull and blast, cause Syke was bustin plus, Bow 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 niggaz this the year when they pull the trigger Shit, this is what you get, for fuckin, wit the wrong nigga.. This is what you get, when you fuckin wit 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, dayyy I wanna be a peaceful man but still when niggaz 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, heyyy 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 niggaz show me love God forgive me for my lifestyle, a negative figure But why they fuckin wit the wrong nigga, y'know? It's like.. Why you fuckin wit 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 in these streets, blast 'til they recognize Still do or die, all my niggaz 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 yo' bitch and now this new shit gon' fade 'em all My niggaz ball made a call for some backup for 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 Shoulda never fucked around busta, how you figure? Makin moves on the wrong nigga, is what it sounds like Ding ding ding.. when you fuck wit the wrong nigga.. Niggaz gettin hit, when they fuck, wit the wrong nigga.. Fuckin wit the wrong nigga.. |
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