repeat 2X) The weaker the strong Who got it goin on Your Dead Wrong
(Verse One)
Relax and take note While I take totes of the marijuana smoke Throw you in choke Gun smoke gun smoke Biggie Smalls for mayor The rap slayer the hooker layer Muthafucka say your prayers (Hail Mary full of grace) Smack the bitch in her face Take her Gucci bag and the North Face off her back Jab her if she act Funny wit the money Oh you got me mistakin honey I don't wanna rap ya I just want the paper The Visa capisha I'm out like the vapors Who's the one the call mister 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 ceasure Then fuck your mom hit them skins to amnesia She don't remember shit just the two hits Her hittin the floor and me hittin the clit Suckin on her tit 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 jumpin 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 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 weaker the strong Who got it goin on Your dead wrong
(Verse Two)
The pain I inflict Like a convict ????????????????? vigor Jump in my Acura Vigor after I stick ya Rip ya like razor straight up henny wit no chasa Watch me erase ya misplace ya Put ya in the back wit the derelects Yeah I pop plenty shit Chump i'm makin hits No time for that crack rockin shit Took you to another level Now i'm gettin crazy pates Gettin paid from the devil Another amatuer tryna damage the pedigree Of the B-I-G-G-I-E you know its me Hoes I thought you knew i'm smooth as a baby's ass Smooth as Teddy Pentergras Smoke the grass get in ya ass The Brooklyn born teflon don Reckin shop Gettin props provin nobody drops Words as potent as the blunt smokin Bed Stuy bandit And niggas just can't understand it I bust a cap for my brothers in Nappmack,Comstock,and Clinton You know my shit is hittin Yeah ya'll the fly nigga Biggie Smalls Kickin flavor make a nigga dig up in they draws For the burn that catch your body I got styles like karate Jujitsu when I hit you Then I split you like a cantaloupe Hope you gotta rope to hang yourself I rhyme for self From Brooklyn where else Back like a Lexus coop i'll rip your troup Not even Lois Lane could get the scoop What you think i'm stupid muthafucka My crew is mad deep I hope you niggas sleep
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(Verse One)
Relax and take note While I take totes of the marijuana smoke Throw you in choke Gun smoke gun smoke Biggie Smalls for mayor The rap slayer the hooker layer Muthafucka say your prayers (Hail Mary full of grace) Smack the bitch in her face Take her Gucci bag and the North Face off her back Jab her if she act Funny wit the money Oh you got me mistakin honey I don't wanna rap ya I just want the paper The Visa capisha I'm out like the vapors Who's the one the call mister 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 ceasure Then fuck your mom hit them skins to amnesia She don't remember shit just the two hits Her hittin the floor and me hittin the clit Suckin on her tit 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 jumpin 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 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 weaker the strong Who got it goin on Your dead wrong
(Verse Two)
The pain I inflict Like a convict ????????????????? vigor Jump in my Acura Vigor after I stick ya Rip ya like razor straight up henny wit no chasa Watch me erase ya misplace ya Put ya in the back wit the derelects Yeah I pop plenty shit Chump i'm makin hits No time for that crack rockin shit Took you to another level Now i'm gettin crazy pates Gettin paid from the devil Another amatuer tryna damage the pedigree Of the B-I-G-G-I-E you know its me Hoes I thought you knew i'm smooth as a baby's ass Smooth as Teddy Pentergras Smoke the grass get in ya ass The Brooklyn born teflon don Reckin shop Gettin props provin nobody drops Words as potent as the blunt smokin Bed Stuy bandit And niggas just can't understand it I bust a cap for my brothers in Nappmack,Comstock,and Clinton You know my shit is hittin Yeah ya'll the fly nigga Biggie Smalls Kickin flavor make a nigga dig up in they draws For the burn that catch your body I got styles like karate Jujitsu when I hit you Then I split you like a cantaloupe Hope you gotta rope to hang yourself I rhyme for self From Brooklyn where else Back like a Lexus coop i'll rip your troup Not even Lois Lane could get the scoop What you think i'm stupid muthafucka My crew is mad deep I hope you niggas sleep
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