2pac - f**in Wit The Wrong n***a lyrics

n***az.. f**in wit the wrong n***a.. [2Pac] My seductive introduction be specific, still elusive but exclusive's what I give you when I kick it, and I'm still lifted n***az can't get with Mr. Wicked Picture me flippin my adversaries, gettin the dick swiftly n***az are swingin wild, but they styles miss me You can bring that b**h but ya whole click'll still get treated sh**ty 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 n***a, if you was half the man yo' b**h 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 n***az this the year when they pull the trigger sh**, this is what you get, for f**in, wit the wrong n***a.. This is what you get, when you f**in wit the wrong n***a.. Hehehehe, yeah n***a, 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 n***az come for me all I can see is gettin 'em, k**ed 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 d**h, so my true n***az show me love God forgive me for my lifestyle, a negative figure But why they f**in wit the wrong n***a, y'know? It's like.. Why you f**in wit the wrong n***a.. I was raised by thugs, schooled by k**ers Learned my mathematic sk**s 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 n***az 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 f**ed yo' b**h and now this new sh** gon' fade 'em all My n***az 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 f**ed around busta, how you figure? Makin moves on the wrong n***a, is what it sounds like Ding ding ding.. when you f** wit the wrong n***a.. n***az gettin hit, when they f**, wit the wrong n***a.. f**in wit the wrong n***a..