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the notorious b.i.g. - dead wrong (remix) (alternate version) lyrics

[puff daddy] bad boy baby
[notorious b.i.g.] yeah
yeah
junior m.a.f.i.a
yeah
[puff daddy] yeah
b.i.g. 2000
b.i.g. 2000 born again
come on

chorus: the notorious b.i.g. & puff daddy
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

[verse 1: the 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 her north face off her back
jab her if she act
funny with the money, oh, you got him 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
c-macho
i got so
much style, 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-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 b.i.g., you’re dead wrong)

repeat chorus twice

[verse 2: eminem]
there’s several different levels to devil worshippin’: horse’s heads
human sacrifices, canibalism, candles and exorcism
animals having 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 is 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 wh0r-
met on the second, wet on the third, then she’s dead on the fourth
i’m dead wrong

repeat chorus twice

[verse 3: busta rhymes]
how many l!cks does it take to the center of my tootsie roll? (or)
how many nuts to the center of your booty hole?
hold on, shorty, cause i’m about to slap this groupie n-gga
jab this fluesy n-gga, watch ’em bleed, then sh-t dookie, n-gga
spooky n-gga, you gettin’ skinny like you pookie, n-gga
blood spill got you laggin’ out like that soupie n-gga
smoke this lucy n-gga, time p-ssin’ on the frank mic
watch ’em dyin’ slow, then see ya skin, you start to change color
my goons lay the flood, leave you layin’, drippin’ blood
then ended up fingerf-ckin’ your mother at a strip club
we dead wrong for how we gutter like how in the sudden
fascinated how all of this street sh-t, we straight mother
f-ck it
we thug rugged to the tenth power
like b.i.g. was listenin’
so gimme the loot for the past ten hours
another d-ck
hear the cl!ck of my gun c-ck
same mentality when i was scheeming on a lunch box
gimme that!
twenty-focused and i’m sorry campbell
i’m taking from you and your wife and run the baby pamper (what?)

repeat chorus til fade

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