^!$$%z.. $#&@in wit the wrong ^!$$%..

[2Pac]

My seductive introduction be specific, still elusive
but exclusive's what I give you when I kick it, and I'm still lifted
^!$$%z can't get with Mr. Wicked

Picture me flippin my adversaries, gettin the dick swiftly
^!$$%z are swingin wild, but they styles miss me
You can bring that (*##$ but ya whole click'll still get treated %#@!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
^!$$%, if you was half the man yo' (*##$ 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 ^!$$%z this the year when they pull the trigger

%#@!, this is what you get, for $#&@in, wit the wrong ^!$$%..
This is what you get, when you $#&@in wit the wrong ^!$$%..
Hehehehe, yeah ^!$$%, 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 ^!$$%z 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 ^!$$%z show me love

God forgive me for my lifestyle, a negative figure
But why they $#&@in wit the wrong ^!$$%, y'know?
It's like..

Why you $#&@in wit the wrong ^!$$%..

I was raised by thugs, schooled by killers

Learned my mathematic 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 ^!$$%z 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 $#&@ed yo' (*##$ and now this new %#@! gon' fade 'em all

My ^!$$%z 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 $#&@ed around busta, how you figure?
Makin moves on the wrong ^!$$%, is what it sounds like

Ding ding ding.. when you $#&@ wit the wrong ^!$$%..
^!$$%z gettin hit, when they $#&@, wit the wrong ^!$$%..
$#&@in wit the wrong ^!$$%..