2pac - Murder My Foes lyrics

[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 n***as can't get with Mr. Wicked Picture me flipping my adversaries, gettin the dick swiftly n***as are swinging wild, but they styles miss me You can bring that b**h but you whole click'll still get treated sh**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 riding n***a, if you was half the man your b**h was, bring you artillery When you come for me, cause we sick thugs No hesitation when I pull and blast, cause Syke was busting Plus, bow 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 little homies Tell them n***as this the year when they pull the trigger sh**, this is what you get, for f**ing, with the wrong n***a This is what you get, when you f**ing with the wrong n***a Hehehehe, yeah n***a, peep it [Verse 2] 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 n***as come for me All I can see is getting 'em, k**ed 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 Puttin 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 d**h, so my true n***as show me love God forgive me for my lifestyle, a negative figure But why they f**ing with the wrong n***a, you know? It's like.. Why you f**ing with the wrong n***a.. [Verse 3] I was raised by thugs, schooled by k**ers Learned my mathematics sk**s 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 n***as gettin 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 poppin lot of busters wanna see me fall I f**ed your b**h and now this new sh** gonna' fade 'em all My n***as ball made a call for some backup For little' 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 f**ed around buster, how you figure? Ma kin moves on the wrong n***a, is what it sounds like Ding ding ding.. when you f** with the wrong n***a.. n***as gettin hit, when they f**, with the wrong n***a.. f**ing with the wrong n***a..