Testo Fuckin Wit The Wrong Nigga - 2Pac
Testo della canzone Fuckin Wit The Wrong Nigga (2Pac), tratta dall'album Until The End Of Time
Fucking with the wrong nigga
My seductive introduction be specific
Still elusive but exclusive's what I give you when I kick it
And I'm still lifted, niggas can't get with Mr. Wicked
Picture me flipping my adversaries getting a dick swiftly
Niggas is swinging wild but they styles miss me
You can bring that bitch with your whole
Clique and still get treated shitty
Business never personal, warm up before I suck 'em up
I'm tired, just a ghetto star but dropped out
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 cycles busting plus
Bow at 'em ducking screaming get they cash
So now I got the law on me
My phone's tapped so I had to send word through my little homies
Tell them niggas this began when they pulled the trigger
Shit, this is what you get for fucking with the wrong nigga
This is what you get when you fucking with the wrong nigga
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 niggas come for me all I can see is getting them killed
For real that's how I feel
Reflect my thoughts flowing on these reels
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 himself
Hey, fallen legends clutching chrome .357
Putting two bullets to they dome, one of the die in heaven
While calling shots nobody roll as clear as me
Ain't trying to help the feds get a case for conspiracy
Murder my foes get disposed of
We all homies to the death so my true niggas show me love
God forgive me for my lifestyle, a negative figure
But why they fucking with the wrong nigga?
You know, it's like
Why you fucking with the wrong nigga?
I was raised by thugs, schooled by killers
Learned my mathematics skills from real drug dealers
Tried to vibe 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 niggas getting high
Watch the time fly
Best strategize on the way to profit
Best organize how you ride so they can't stop it
Then keep it popping
Lot of busters wanna see me fall
I fucked your bitch and now this new shit gon' fade 'em all
My niggas ball, made a call for some backup
For little 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
Should've never fucked around buster
How you figure making moves on the wrong nigga?
It's what it sounds like
When you fucking with the wrong nigga
Niggas getting hit when they fucking with the wrong nigga
Fucking with the wrong nigga
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Writer(s): Tupac Amaru Shakur, Tyrone J. Wrice
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