Fuckin Wit The Wrong Nigga

(album: Until The End Of Time (Disc One) - 2001)

Niggas 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 the dick swiftly
Niggas is swinging wild, but they styles miss me
You can bring that bitch, but your whole click will still get treated shitty
Business never personal
I'm up before the sun come up, I'm tired
Just a ghetto star, a drop top double-R is what I'm riding
Nigga, if you was half the man your bitch was
Bring yo' 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 now I got the law on me
My phone's tapped So I had to send word through my lil' homies
Tell them niggas this the year when they pull 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
Hehehehe, yeah, nigga, peep it

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 'em killed
For real, it's how I feel
Reflect my thoughts, flowing 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, hey
Falling legends clutching chrome three-five-seven
Putting two bullets to they dome, wanted to die in Heaven
Why call in shots? Nobody really 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 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 niggas getting high, watching 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 back-up
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
Should've never fucked around, buster
How you figure making moves on the wrong nigga

It's what it sounds like, ding ding ding.
When you fucking with the wrong nigga
Niggas getting hit, when they fucking with the wrong nigga
Fucking with the wrong nigga