a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de dead wrong - eminem

dead wrong (whit notorious b.i.g.)

[puff] bad boy baby
[big] yeah. yeah.
junior m.a.f.i.a., yeah.
[puff] yeah. b.i.g. 2000
b.i.g. 2000 born again. c’mon.

[notorious b.i.g.]
the weak or the strong, who got it goin on
you’re dead wrong
the weak or the strong, who got it goin on
you’re dead wrong

[notorious b.i.g.]
relax and take notes, while i take tokes of the marijuana smoke
throw you in a choke – gun smoke, gun smoke
biggie smalls for mayor, the rap slayer
the hooker layer – motherf-cker say your prayers
hail mary full of grace. smack the b-tch in the face;
take her gucci bag and the north face
off her back, jab her if she act
funny with the money oh you got me mistaken honey
i don’t wanna rape ya, i just want the paper
the visa, kapeesha? i’m out like, “the vapors”
who’s the one you call mr. macho, the head honcho
swift fist like camacho, i got so
much style i should be down wit the stylistics
make up to break up {-singing in background-} n-gg-z need to wake up
smell the indonesia; beat you to a seizure
then f-ck your moms, hit the skins til amnesia
she don’t remember sh-t! just the two hits!
her hittin the floor, and me hittin the cl-ts!
suckin on the t-ts! had the hooker beggin for the d-ck
and your moms ain’t ugly love; my d-ck got rock quick
i guess i was a combination of house of pain and bobby brown
i was “humpin around” and “jump-in around”
jacked her then i asked her who’s the man; she said, “b-i-g”
then i bust in her e-y-e (yo big, you’re dead wrong)

[notorious b.i.g.]
the weak or the strong, who got it goin on
you’re dead wrong
the weak or the strong, who got it goin on
you’re dead wrong
the weak or the strong, who got it goin on
you’re dead wrong
the weak or the strong, who got it goin on
you’re dead wrong
“i don’t care what n-body say”
“i don’t care what n-body say”
“i don’t care what n-body say”
“i don’t care what n-body say”

[notorious b.i.g.]
when i get dusted, i like to spread the blood like mustard
trust it, my hardcore rain leaves you rusted
move over lucifer, i’m more ruthless, huh
leave your toothless, you’ll kibbitz, i’ll flip it
tears don’t affect me, i hit ’em with the tech g
disrespect me – my potency is deadly
i’m shootin babies, no ifs ands or maybes
hit mummy in the tummy if the hooker plays a dummy
slit the wrist of little sis
after she sucked the d-ck, i stabbed her brother with the icepick
because he wanted me to f-ck him from the back
but smalls don’t get down like that
got your father hidin in a room; f-cked him with the broom
slit him down the back and threw salt in the wound
who you think you’re dealin with?
anybody step into my path is f-ckin feelin it!
hardcore, i got it sucked like a p-ssy
stab ya til you’re gushy, so please don’t push. me
i’m using rubbers so they won’t trace the s-m-n
the black demon, got the little hookers screamin
because you know i love it young, fresh and green
with no hair in between, know what i mean?

[puff] ladies and gentlemen.

[eminem]
there’s several different levels to devil worshippin: horse’s heads,
human sacrifices, canibalism; candles and exorcism
animals havin s-x with ’em; camels mammals and rabbits
but i don’t get into that, i kick the habit – i just,
beat you to death with weapons that eat through the flesh
and i never eat you unless the f-ckin, meat looks fresh
i got a lion in my pocket, i’m lyin, i got a nine in my pocket
and baby i’m just, dyin to c-ck him
he’s ready for war, i’m ready for war
i got machetes and swords for any f-ggot that said he was raw
my uz’ as, heavy as yours, yeah you met me before
i just didn’t have as large an -rs-nal of weapons before
marshall will step in the door, i lay your head on the floor
with your body spread on the bedspread, red on the wall
red on the ceilin, red on the floor, get a new wh-r-
met on the second, wet on the third;
then she’s dead on the fourth – i’m dead wrong

[puff daddy]
uh-huh, and we won’t stop, because we can’t stop.

- eminem

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS