Dead Wrong (feat. Eminem)

Puff Bad Boy baby

Yeah, yeah

Junior M.A.F.I.A., yeah

Yeah. B.I.G. 2000

B.I.G. 2000 born again, c'mon

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

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 - motherfucker say your prayers

Hail Mary full of grace. smack the bitch 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 niggas need to wake up

Smell the Indonesia; beat you to a seizure

Then fuck your moms, hit the skins til amnesia

She don't remember shit! Just the two hits!

Her hittin the floor, and me hittin the clits!

Sucking on the tits! Had the hooker beggin for the dick

And your moms ain't ugly love; my dick 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)

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 dick, I stabbed her brother with the icepick

Because he wanted me to fuck him from the back

But Smalls don't get down like that

Got your father hiding in a room; fucked him with the broom

Slit him down the back and threw salt in the wound

Who you think you're dealing with?

Anybody step into my path is fucking feeling it!

Hardcore, I got it sucked like a pussy

Stab ya til you're gushy, so please don't push. me

I'm using rubbers so they won't trace the semen

The black demon, got the little hookers screaming

Because you know I love it young, fresh and green

With no hair in between, know what I mean?

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

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

Ladies and gentlemen

You're dead wrong

There's several different levels to Devil worshippin: horse's heads

Human sacrifices, cannibalism; candles and exorcism

Animals having sex 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 fucking, meat looks fresh

I got a lion in my pocket, I'm lying, I got a nine in my pocket

And baby I'm just, dying to cock him

He's ready for war, I'm ready for war

I got machetes and swords for any faggot that said he was raw

My uz' as, heavy as yours, yeah you met me before

I just didn't have as large an arsenal 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 ceiling, red on the floor, get a new whore

Met on the second, wet on the third

Then she's dead on the fourth - I'm dead wrong

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

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

The weak or the strong, who got it going on

You're dead wrong

Uh-huh, and we won't stop, because we can't stop

The weak or the strong, who got it going on

You're dead wrong