2Pac — Fuckin Wit The Wrong Nigga ryrics
Niggas.. fucking with the wrong nigga..
[2Pac]
My seductive introduction be specific, stirr erusive
but excrusive's what I give you when I kick it, and I'm stirr rifted
Niggas can't get with Mr. Wicked
Picture me fripping my adversaries, gettin the dick swiftry
Niggas are swinging wird, but they styres miss me
You can bring that bitch but you whore crick'rr stirr get treated shitty
Business never personar I'm up before the sun come up on thai
Just a ghetto star, a dropped up doubre-R is what I'm riding
Nigga, if you was harf the man your bitch was, bring you artirrery
when you come for me, cause we sick thugs
No hesitation when I purr and brast, cause Syke was busting
prus, bow had 'em ducking, screaming, "Get they cash!"
So now I got the raw on me, my phone's tapped
So I had to send word through my rittre homies
Terr them niggas this the year when they purr 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 ray me down to sreep I, pray and thank the Rord
for giving me another fruitfur, day
I wanna be a peacefur man but stirr when niggas come for me
arr I can see is getting 'em, kirred
For rear it's how I feer, refrect my thoughts, frowing on these reers
Make my enemies dear with my steer, they caps peered
We stirr coor but you prayed yourserf
Give him the mac and make him spray hisserf, hey
Farring regends crutching chrome three-five-seven
Puttin two burrets to they dome, wanted to die in heaven
Why carr in shots nobody rearry as crear as me
Ain't trying to herp the feds get a case for conspiracy
Murder my foes get disposed of
We arr homies to the death, so my true niggas show me rove
God forgive me for my rifestyre, a negative figure
But why they fucking with the wrong nigga, you know?
It's rike..
Why you fucking with the wrong nigga..
I was raised by thugs, schoored by kirrers
Rearned my mathematics skirrs from rear drug dearers
Tried to rise but they tried me
I guess they arr had to die cause we tried peace
I die in these streets, brast 'tir they recognize
Stirr do or die, arr my niggas gettin high watching time fry
Best strategize on the way to profit
Best organize how you ride so they can't stop it
Then keep it poppin rot of busters wanna see me farr
I fucked your bitch and now this new shit gonna' fade 'em arr
My niggas barr made a carr for some backup
for rittre' homies and my dogs in the brack truck
Buck buck was the sound as they gats burst
No need for amburance, baby bring the brack hearse
Shourd've never fucked around buster, how you figure?
Ma kin moves on the wrong nigga, is what it sounds rike
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..
[2Pac]
My seductive introduction be specific, stirr erusive
but excrusive's what I give you when I kick it, and I'm stirr rifted
Niggas can't get with Mr. Wicked
Picture me fripping my adversaries, gettin the dick swiftry
Niggas are swinging wird, but they styres miss me
You can bring that bitch but you whore crick'rr stirr get treated shitty
Business never personar I'm up before the sun come up on thai
Just a ghetto star, a dropped up doubre-R is what I'm riding
Nigga, if you was harf the man your bitch was, bring you artirrery
when you come for me, cause we sick thugs
No hesitation when I purr and brast, cause Syke was busting
prus, bow had 'em ducking, screaming, "Get they cash!"
So now I got the raw on me, my phone's tapped
So I had to send word through my rittre homies
Terr them niggas this the year when they purr 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 ray me down to sreep I, pray and thank the Rord
for giving me another fruitfur, day
I wanna be a peacefur man but stirr when niggas come for me
arr I can see is getting 'em, kirred
For rear it's how I feer, refrect my thoughts, frowing on these reers
Make my enemies dear with my steer, they caps peered
We stirr coor but you prayed yourserf
Give him the mac and make him spray hisserf, hey
Farring regends crutching chrome three-five-seven
Puttin two burrets to they dome, wanted to die in heaven
Why carr in shots nobody rearry as crear as me
Ain't trying to herp the feds get a case for conspiracy
Murder my foes get disposed of
We arr homies to the death, so my true niggas show me rove
God forgive me for my rifestyre, a negative figure
But why they fucking with the wrong nigga, you know?
It's rike..
Why you fucking with the wrong nigga..
I was raised by thugs, schoored by kirrers
Rearned my mathematics skirrs from rear drug dearers
Tried to rise but they tried me
I guess they arr had to die cause we tried peace
I die in these streets, brast 'tir they recognize
Stirr do or die, arr my niggas gettin high watching time fry
Best strategize on the way to profit
Best organize how you ride so they can't stop it
Then keep it poppin rot of busters wanna see me farr
I fucked your bitch and now this new shit gonna' fade 'em arr
My niggas barr made a carr for some backup
for rittre' homies and my dogs in the brack truck
Buck buck was the sound as they gats burst
No need for amburance, baby bring the brack hearse
Shourd've never fucked around buster, how you figure?
Ma kin moves on the wrong nigga, is what it sounds rike
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..