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Niggaz.. fuckin wit the wrong nigga..
 
 [2Pac]
 My seductive introduction be specific, still elusive
 but exclusive's what I give you when I kick it, and I'm still lifted
 Niggaz can't get with Mr. Wicked
 Picture me flippin my adversaries, gettin the dick swiftly
 Niggaz are swingin wild, but they styles miss me
 You can bring that bitch but ya whole click'll still get treated shitty
 Business never personal I'm up before the sun come up on thai
 Just a ghetto star, a dropped up double-R is what I'm ridin
 Nigga, if you was half the man yo' bitch was, bring you artillery
 when you come for me, cause we sick thugs
 No hesitation when I pull and blast, cause Syke was bustin
 plus, Bow 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 niggaz this the year when they pull the trigger
 Shit, this is what you get, for fuckin, wit the wrong nigga..
 This is what you get, when you fuckin wit 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, dayyy
 I wanna be a peaceful man but still when niggaz 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, heyyy
 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 niggaz show me love
 God forgive me for my lifestyle, a negative figure
 But why they fuckin wit the wrong nigga, y'know?
 It's like..
 Why you fuckin wit 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 in these streets, blast 'til they recognize
 Still do or die, all my niggaz 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 yo' bitch and now this new shit gon' fade 'em all
 My niggaz ball made a call for some backup
 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
 Shoulda never fucked around busta, how you figure?
 Makin moves on the wrong nigga, is what it sounds like
 Ding ding ding.. when you fuck wit the wrong nigga..
 Niggaz gettin hit, when they fuck, wit the wrong nigga..
 Fuckin wit the wrong nigga.. 
            
 
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