Elton John - Fuckin With The Wrong Nigga

Whehe whehe mm
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 and mother for the sucker 'm up and thai
Just a ghetto star, a dropped up double-R is what I'm ride
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
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> 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 ilke..
> Why you fuckin wit the wrong nigga..
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> I was raised by thugs, schooled by killers
> Learned my mathematic skills for 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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