2Pac – Fuckin’ Wit’ the Wrong Nigga

Fuckin’ Wit’ the Wrong Nigga is a wonderful and well crafted record created by a talented rapper, Tupac Shakur.

This intriguing record which appeared as Track 10 on his top charting album project called “Until the End of Time” was officially released on 27 March 2001.

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LYRICS

Niggas fuckin’ 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 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

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