Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song ****** Wit The Wrong Nigga, artist - 2Pac. Date of issue: 26.03.2001
Song language: English
****** Wit The Wrong Nigga |
| My seductive introduction, be specific |
| 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 |
| Picture me flipping, my adversaries getting a dick swiftly |
| Niggaz is swinging wild but they sounds miss me You can bring that bitch with your whole click |
| And still get treated shitty, business never personal |
| I’m up before the sun come up, i’m tired |
| Just a ghetto star, a droptop double r is what i’m riding |
| Nigga if you was half the man your bitch was |
| Bring your artillery, when you come for me cause we sick thugs |
| No hesitation when i pull and blast |
| Cause syke was busting |
| Plus bo had em ducking screaming get they cash so So now i got the law on me, my phones tapped |
| So i had to send word through my lil’homies |
| Tell them niggaz just begin when they pull the trigger |
| Shit this is what you get for fucking with the wrong nigga |
| This is what you get when your fucking with the wrong nigga |
| Haha yeah nigga, peep |
| Before i lay me down to sleep, i pray |
| And thank the lord for giving me another fruitful day |
| 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 |
| Perfect my thoughts flowing on these reals |
| Make my enemies deal with my steel |
| They caps peel, we still cool, but you played yourself |
| Give em the mac and make em spray yourselves |
| Heeey, falling legends, clutching chrome 3 5 7 |
| Putting two bullets to they dome, wanted to die in heaven |
| While calling shots nobody real, its clear its me Ain’t trying to help the fedz get a case for conspiracy |
| Murder my foes, get disposed of, we all homies till the death |
| So my true niggaz show me love |
| God forgive me for my lifestyle, a negative figure |
| But why they fucking with the wrong nigga? |
| You know its like |
| Why you fucking with 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 on these streets, blast till they recognize |
| Still do or die all my niggaz getting high |
| Watching time fly, best strategize on a way to profit |
| Best organize how they ride so they can’t stop it Then keep it popping, alot of buster wanna see me fall |
| I fucked your bitch and now this new shit gonna fade em all |
| My niggaz ball, made a call for some backup |
| The little homiez and my dawgs in a black truck |
| Buck buck was the sound, as thier gats burst |
| No need for ambulance. |
| baby bring the black hurse |
| Shoulda never fucked around buster |
| How you figure making moves on the wrong nigga |
| This what it sounds like, bing bing bing |
| When you fucking with the wrong nigga |
| Niggas getting hit when they fucking with the wrong nigga |
| Fucking with the wrong nigga |