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 (?) before (?) up on thai
  Just a ghetto star, a dropped up double-R is what I'm ridin
  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
    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 like..
  Why you fuckin wit the wrong nigga..
    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..