2Pac – Fuckin With The Wrong Nigga (Remixes Vol. 2 Album)


You can bring that bitch, but your whole click will still get treated shitty
How you figure makin’ moves on the wrong nigga
For givin’ me another fruitful day

[Verse 2]
Tried to rise, but they tried me
Before I lay me down to sleep, I pray and thank the Lord
Then keep it poppin’, lot of busters wanna see me fall
Make my enemies deal with my steel; they caps peeled
Picture me flippin’ my adversaries, gettin’ the dick swiftly
Still elusive, but exclusive’s what I give you when I kick it
Ain’t tryin’ to help the feds get a case for conspiracy
Niggas.. fuckin’ with the wrong nigga
We all homies to the death, so my true niggas show me love
And I’m still lifted; niggas can’t get with Mr. Wicked
I wanna be a peaceful, man, but still when niggas come for me
Fallin’ legends clutchin’ chrome three-five-seven
My niggas ball, made a call for some back-up

God, forgive me for my lifestyle, a negative figure
No hesitation when I pull and blast, ‘cause Syke was bustin’
Still do or die, all my niggas gettin’ high, watchin’ time fly
No need for ambulance, baby, bring the black hearse
Plus, Bo had ’em duckin’, screamin’, "Get they cash!"
Fuckin’ with the wrong nigga
Puttin’ two bullets to they dome, wanted to die in Heaven
"Buck buck" was the sound as they gats burst
So now I got the law on me
Blast ’til they recognize
My seductive introduction be specific
Niggas is swingin’ wild, but they styles miss me
Give him the MAC and make him spray hisself, heyyy
My phone’s tapped So I had to send word through my lil’ homies
When you fuckin’ with the wrong nigga
Business never personal
It’s what it sounds like, ding ding ding..
Best organize how you ride, so they can’t stop it
Tell them niggas this the year when they pull the trigger
For lil’ homies and my dogs in the black truck
Reflect my thoughts, flowin’ on these reels
[Hook]
I’m up before the sun come up, I’m tired
[Hook]
Learned my mathematics skills from real drug dealers
Should’ve never fucked around, buster
I guess they all had to die, ‘cause we tried peace
All I can see is gettin’ ’em killed
[Hook]
Best strategize on the way to profit
But why they fuckin’ with the wrong nigga
Nobody really as clear as me Why call in shots?
[Verse 1]

When you fuckin’ with the wrong nigga
Just a ghetto star, a drop top double-R is what I’m ridin’
You know?
Nigga, if you was half the man your bitch was
Niggas gettin’ hit, when they fuckin’ with the wrong nigga

It’s like.., why you fuckin’ with the wrong nigga?
We still cool, but you played yourself
I die in these streets
This is what you get
For real, it’s how I feel
[Verse 3]
I was raised by thugs, schooled by killers
Bring yo’ artillery when you come for me, ‘cause we sick thugs

I fucked your bitch, and now this new shit, gon’, fade ’em all
Murder, my foes get disposed of
Hehehehe, yeah, nigga, peep it

Shit, this is what you get, for fuckin’ with the wrong nigga