Lyrics F****n Wit the Wrong N***a - 2Pac
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
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
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
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
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
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