letra de dead wrong - the notorious b.i.g.
[intro: the notorious b.i.g. & puff daddy]
bad boy, baby
yeah, yeah
junior m.a.f.i.a., yeah
b.i.g. 2000, b.i.g. 2000 again
yeah
[chorus: puff daddy & the notorious b.i.g.]
the weak or the strong
who got it going on?
you’re dead wrong
the weak or the strong
who got it going on?
you’re dead wrong
[verse 1: the notorious b.i.g.]
relax and take notes (ah!)
while i take tokes of the marijuana smoke
throw you in a choke—gunsmoke, gunsmoke
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 (uh-huh)
the visa, capisce-ah? i’m out like the vapors
who’s the one you call mr. macho?
the head honcho, swift fists like cu-macho
i got so much styles (uh) i should be down with the stylistics
“make up to break up,” n-ggas need to wake up
smell the indonesia, beat you to a seizure
then f-ck your moms, hit the skins to amnesia
she don’t remember sh-t, just the two hits
her hittin’ the floor and me hittin’ the cl-t (yeah)
sucking on the t-ts (uh), 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 jumpin’ around
jacked her, then, i asked her, “who’s the man?” (mmm)
she said, “b-i-g,” then i bust in her e-y-e
(yo, big, you’re dead wrong!)
[chorus: puff daddy & the notorious b.i.g.]
the weak or the strong
who got it going on?
you’re dead wrong
yo big, you’re dead wrong
the weak or the strong
who got it going on? (junior mafia, bad boy)
you’re dead wrong
the weak or the strong
who got it going on? (who got it going on?)
you’re dead wrong
yo big, you’re dead wrong
the weak or the strong
who got it going on? (who got it going on?)
you’re dead wrong
[verse 2: the 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, unh
leave you toothless, you’ll kibbitz, i’ll flip it
tears don’t affect me, i hit ’em with the tec
g’s 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 my d-ck
i stabbed her brother with the ice pick
because he wanted me to f-ck him from the back
but smalls don’t get down like that (ehh, uh-uh)
found your father hidin’ in a room, f-cked him with a 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 you ’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’ (woo!)
because you know i love it young, fresh and green
with no hair in between, know what i mean?
[hook: puff daddy & the notorious b.i.g.]
the weak or the strong
who got it going on? (you’re dead wrong)
you’re dead wrong
yo big, you’re dead wrong
the weak or the strong
who got it going on? (this 2000, bad boy forever, baby)
you’re dead wrong
the weak or the strong
who got it going on? (who got it going on?)
you’re dead wrong
yo big, you’re dead wrong
the weak or the strong
who got it going on? (ladies and gentlemen…)
you’re dead wrong
[verse 3: eminem]
there’s several different levels to devil worshippin’
horses’ heads, human sacrifices, cannibalism, candles and exorcism
animals, havin’ s-x with ’em
camels, mammals and rabbits
but i don’t get into that, i kicked 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 9 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 uzi’s 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’ll lay your head on the floor
with your body spread on the bedspread, red on the wall
red on the ceiling, red on the floor
get a new wh0r-
met on the second, wed on the third, then she’s dead on the fourth
i’m dead wrong
[hook: puff daddy & the notorious b.i.g.]
the weak or the strong
who got it going on? (you’re dead wrong)
you’re dead wrong
yo big, you’re dead wrong
the weak or the strong
who got it going on? (junior mafia, bad boy)
you’re dead wrong
the weak or the strong (uh-huh)
who got it going on? (born again, yeah)
you’re dead wrong
yo big, you’re dead wrong
the weak or the strong
who got it going on?
you’re dead wrong (c’mon)
the weak or the strong
who got it going on?
you’re dead wrong (c’mon)
yo big, you’re dead wrong
the weak or the strong
who got it going on?
you’re dead wrong (-repeat to fade-)
[outro: puff daddy]
we won’t stop, ’cause we can’t stop
[produced by chucky thompson and mario winans]
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