Fuckin Wit the Wrong Nigga

[Intro] Niggas Fuckin' with the wrong nigga [Verse 1] 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 flippin' my adversaries, gettin' the dick swiftly Niggas is swingin' 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 ridin' 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 bustin' Plus, Bo 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 niggas this the year when they pull the trigger Shit, this is what you get, for fuckin' with the wrong nigga [Chorus] This is what you get When you fuckin' with the wrong nigga Hehehehe, yeah, nigga, peep it [Verse 2] Before I lay me down to sleep, I pray and thank the Lord For givin' me another fruitful day I wanna be a peaceful man, but still when niggas 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, hey 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 niggas show me love God, forgive me for my lifestyle, a negative figure But why they fuckin' with the wrong nigga You know? [Chorus] It's like Why you fuckin' with the wrong nigga? [Verse 3] 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 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 your bitch, and now this new shit, gon', fade 'em all My niggas ball, made a call for some back-up The 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 makin' moves on the wrong nigga [Chorus] It's what it sounds like, ding ding ding When you fuckin' with the wrong nigga Niggas gettin' hit, when they fuckin' with the wrong nigga Fuckin' with the wrong nigga