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 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 with 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 to amnesia She don't remember shit, just the two hits Her hitting the floor and me hitting the clit Sucking on the tits, had the hooker begging 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 humping around and jumping 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) 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 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 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 shooting babies, no ifs ands or maybes Hit mommy 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 fuckin' 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 The weak or the strong, who got it going on? You're dead wrong There's several different levels of Devil worshipping Horse's heads, human sacrifices, cannibalism, candles and exorcism Animals, having sex with them, 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 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 uzi's 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, wed 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