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big pun - you was wrong lyrics

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what?
t-s n-gg-
y’all don’t know?

ai yo its on, i see how n-gg-s didn’t learn
you is wrong, thought the fire didn’t burn
its on me and pun ain’t from the bronx
you’s wrong, n-gg- we can get it on

ai yo, guns we toss ’em, and bodies we auction
to his family we tell ’em he owed us a fortune
gimme forty thou, you can have yo’ child, you don’t know
what i had to go through to clap this clown, check my background

the last n-gg- to see you bleed, the last n-gg- to see you breath
the last n-gg- you wish you shoulda believed
and drag, move quick, blend right into a wall like a brick
the only thing you see before i blow off ya sh-t is my wrist

‘cuz my hand the gun is covered in
not this range, when i pump this pistol, it’s very rare i miss it
d-mn it on ya lips
y’all keep talkin’ like y’all teflon with no weap-ons

n-gg-, i’m pumpin’ my four, i ain’t throwin’ no more
nowadays n-gg-s run upstairs, open they drawer
my circ-mstance, you ain’t got that chance

mines in my draw, you get it
thats means y’all walks for two d-cks, so don’t be stupid
and make me use one unless you, that b-tch

ai yo its one, you thought i was wack
you was wrong, alb-m double plat
yo its on, stop talkin’ sh-t
you was wrong, get off my d-ck

how dare you doubt on the [incomprehensible]?
big pun the undoubtable, the only rapper that’ll pull out a gun
and slap the sh-t outta you, you can’t tell me nothin’

i’ll clonk you and stomp out ya belly b-tton
i’m too violent for this rap sh-t
i should be out somewhere killin’ somethin’

too quick to blast, some n-gg-s talk sh-t and dash
but i really will kick your -ss
juggernaut, i don’t care if you a thug or not
i’ll get jamaican on ya -ss, boy, with the bambaclad

on your mark get ready, run, i’m sparkin’ everyone
the one get locked stand back and watch where you from
how dare you come and try to sh-t where i eat, f-ck you n-gg-, literally
d-ck in your cheeks, you b-tch in the street

but i’m still gon’ hit cha’ll n-gg-s
because up north you be tossin’ salads with maple syrup
i know you hate to hear it, but everybody know this one
why you always gotta be right, n-gg-, why can’t you ever be wrong?

now its on from the bronx where it’s at
you was wrong, me and pun brought it back
now its on, stay on with the gat
you was wrong, its the don, joey crack

who the f-ck want beef with joe crack
make your body fold back
lift his soul with the chrome mack
i don’t chat on the phone, ‘cuz the phone tapped

you heard there’s money on the block we control that
i got the work in the pot where that stove at
cook it up ’til it’s wack, get my dough back
you n-gg-s so wack, tryin’a compete

i blind you with heat, i’m the reason crime on the street
i die for my peeps, keep an open eye when i sleep
let you slide when i coulda put five in your jeep
who’s liver than me? i ain’t know you really want it

i’m like christ, n-gg-s beg for they life when they see me comin’
ain’t nodoby gonna stop my shine, you out’cho mind
don’t make me have to c-ck my nine, pop ya spine
neva did believe in the don’s
since ’92 i’ve been proving that y’all n-gg-s was wrong

ai yo, its on, though i’d stay on the block
you was wrong, now remi on the rock
so its on, thought i wasn’t gonna drop
you was wrong, i was right all along

i told these n-gg-s, that i was the sickest b-tch
and everytime you spit, i’ma spit some sicker sh-t
ridiculous, i reminisce when i blaze the track
tight sh-t, make a n-gg- wanna play ya back

i’m hatin’ that, but i’ma make ’em all believers
f-ck hot, i’ma come and straight drop a fever
cop a heater, turn around and pop your leader
and for the followers, i’ma leave their heads hollower

make your wig twisted as if i was oliver
layin’ in a hospital, hooked up the monitors
thats for the game, y’all lames just came to first
‘cuz i ain’t neva heard a b-tch straight flame a verse

i blame the church, how god let you lie like that
who scribed you for, ‘cuz you ain’t neva rhymed like that
how the f-ck you gon’ tell me that chick is tight
she ain’t aight ‘cuz she don’t write, you wrong

baby

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