| My seductive introduction, be specific
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| Still a loser, but exclusives what i give you when i kick it And i’m still lifted, niggaz can’t get with mr. |
| wicked
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| Picture me flipping, my adversaries getting a dick swiftly
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| Niggaz is swinging wild but they sounds miss me You can bring that bitch with your whole click
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| And still get treated shitty, business never personal
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| I’m up before the sun come up, i’m tired
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| Just a ghetto star, a droptop double r is what i’m riding
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| Nigga if you was half the man your bitch was
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| Bring your artillery, when you come for me cause we sick thugs
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| No hesitation when i pull and blast
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| Cause syke was busting
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| Plus bo had em ducking screaming get they cash so So now i got the law on me, my phones tapped
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| So i had to send word through my lil’homies
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| Tell them niggaz just begin when they pull the trigger
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| Shit this is what you get for fucking with the wrong nigga
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| This is what you get when your fucking with the wrong nigga
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| Haha yeah nigga, peep
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| Before i lay me down to sleep, i pray
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| And thank the lord for giving me another fruitful day
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| I wanna be a peaceful man, but still when niggaz come for me All i can see is getting em killed, for real its how i feel
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| Perfect my thoughts flowing on these reals
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| Make my enemies deal with my steel
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| They caps peel, we still cool, but you played yourself
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| Give em the mac and make em spray yourselves
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| Heeey, falling legends, clutching chrome 3 5 7
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| Putting two bullets to they dome, wanted to die in heaven
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| While calling shots nobody real, its clear its me Ain’t trying to help the fedz get a case for conspiracy
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| Murder my foes, get disposed of, we all homies till the death
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| So my true niggaz show me love
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| God forgive me for my lifestyle, a negative figure
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| But why they fucking with the wrong nigga?
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| You know its like
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| Why you fucking with the wrong nigga?
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| I was raised by thugs schooled by killers
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| Learned my mathematic skills from real drug dealers
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| Tried to rise but they tried me I guess they all had to die cause we tried peace
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| I die on these streets, blast till they recognize
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| Still do or die all my niggaz getting high
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| Watching time fly, best strategize on a way to profit
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| Best organize how they ride so they can’t stop it Then keep it popping, alot of buster wanna see me fall
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| I fucked your bitch and now this new shit gonna fade em all
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| My niggaz ball, made a call for some backup
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| The little homiez and my dawgs in a black truck
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| Buck buck was the sound, as thier gats burst
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| No need for ambulance. |
| baby bring the black hurse
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| Shoulda never fucked around buster
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| How you figure making moves on the wrong nigga
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| This what it sounds like, bing bing bing
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| When you fucking with the wrong nigga
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| Niggas getting hit when they fucking with the wrong nigga
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| Fucking with the wrong nigga |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fuckin Wit The Wrong Nigga , by - 2Pac. Song from the album Until The End Of Time, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп