2Pac Fuckin Wit the Wrong Nigga Lyrics

Until the End of Time Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Ballad of a Dead Soulja
  • 2 Fuck Friendz
  • 3 Lil’ Homies
  • 4 Let Em Have It
  • 5 Good Life
  • 6 Letter 2 My Unborn
  • 7 Breathin
  • 8 Happy Home
  • 9 All Out
  • 10 Fuckin Wit the Wrong Nigga
  • 11 Thug n U Thug n Me (remix)
  • 12 Everything They Owe
  • 13 Until the End of Time
  • 14 M.O.B.
  • 15 World Wide Mob Figgaz
    CD 2
  • 1 Big Syke (interlude)
  • 2 My Closest Roaddogz
  • 3 Niggaz Nature (remix)
  • 4 When Thugz Cry
  • 5 U Don’t Have 2 Worry
  • 6 This Ain’t Livin
  • 7 Why U Turn on Me
  • 8 Lastonesleft
  • 9 Thug n U Thug n Me
  • 10 Words 2 My First Born
  • 11 Let Em Have It (remix)
  • 12 Running on E
  • 13 When I Get Free
  • 14 Until the End of Time (RP remix)
  • Fucking with 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

    Written by: Tupac Amaru Shakur, Tyrone J. Wrice
    Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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