Текст песни Notorious B. I. G. - Dead Wrong (original)
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(repeat 2X)The weak or the strongWho got it goin onYou`re Dead Wrong(Verse One)Relax and take noteWhile I take totes of the marijuana smokeThrow you in chokeGun smoke gun smokeBiggie Smalls for mayor The rap slayer the hooker layerMuthafucka say your prayers(Hail Mary full of grace)Smack the bitch in her faceTake her Gucci bag and the North Face off her backJab her if she actFunny wit the money Oh you got me mistakin honey I don`t wanna rap ya I just want the paper The Visa capishaI`m out like the vaporsWho`s the one the call mister machoThe head honcho Swift fist like camachoI got so Much style I should be down wit the stylisticsMake up to break upNiggas need to wake up Smell the indonesia beat you to a ceasureThen fuck your mom hit them skins to amnesiaShe don`t remember shit just the two hitsHer hittin the floor and me hittin the clitSuckin on her titHad the hooker beggin for the dickAnd your moms ain`t ugly love my dick got rock quickI guess I was a combination of House of Pain and Bobby BrownI was humpin around and jumpin aroundJacked her then I asked her who`s the manShe said B-I-G then I bust in her E-Y-EYo Big your dead wrong (I don`t care what nobody say)Your dead wrong(I don`t care what nobody say)Your dead wrong(I don`t care what nobody say)We gotta do things right(X2)The weak or the strong Who got it goin on You`re dead wrong(Verse Two)The pain I inflict Like a convict????????????????? vigorJump in my Acura Vigor after I stick yaRip ya like razor straight up henny wit no chasaWatch me erase ya misplace yaPut ya in the back wit the derelectsYeah I pop plenty shit Chump i`m makin hits No time for that crack rockin shitTook you to another level Now i`m gettin crazy patesGettin paid from the devilAnother amatuer tryna damage the pedigreeOf the B-I-G-G-I-E you know its meHoes I thought you knew i`m smooth as a baby`s assSmooth as Teddy Pentergras Smoke the grass get in ya assThe Brooklyn born teflon don Reckin shop Gettin props provin nobody dropsWords as potent as the blunt smokin Bed Stuy banditAnd niggas just can`t understand itI bust a cap for my brothers in Nappmack,Comstock,and ClintonYou know my shit is hittin Yeah ya`ll the fly nigga Biggie Smalls Kickin flavor make a nigga dig up in they drawsFor the burn that catch your bodyI got styles like karateJujitsu when I hit you Then I split you like a cantaloupeHope you gotta rope to hang yourself I rhyme for self From Brooklyn where elseBack like a Lexus coop i`ll rip your troupNot even Lois Lane could get the scoopWhat you think i`m stupid muthafuckaMy crew is mad deepI hope you niggas sleep(Chorus)