The Notorious B.I.G. - Dead Wrong Lyrics
The Notorious B.I.G. Lyrics
Dead Wrong Lyrics
[Intro: Puff Daddy]
I know you hear me out there!
It's all f*cked up now!
What I'm a do now?
HUH?!
What I'm a do now?
It's all f*cked up now!
[Chorus 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
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!
[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 (uh, uh!)
The hooker layer - motherf*cker 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! (uh, uh!) - Jab her if she act (uh-huh!)
Funny with the money; oh! You got me mistaken, honey! (you got me mistaken, honey!)
I don't wanna rape ya! (oooww!) - I just want the paper (uh-huuh!)
The Visa! - Kapeesha? - I'm out like - "The Vapors" (oh!)
Who's the one you call Mr. Macho? (Mr. Macho!) The head honcho? (head honcho!)
Swift fist like Camacho. (camacho!) - I got so (uh!)
Much style I should be down with the Stylistics (uh!)
Make up to break up! (to break up!) - Niggaz need to wake up (wake up!)
Smell the Indonesia; (uh, uh!) beat you to a seizure
Then f*ck your moms, (uuuh!) hit the skins 'til amnesia.
She don't remember shit! (she don't remember shit!) - Just the two hits! (ooww!)
Her hittin' the floor - and me hittin' the clits! (yeah!)
Suckin' on the tits! (uh!) - Had the hooker beggin' for the dick (ssshh!)
And your moms ain't ugly love; (uh!) - my dick got rock quick. (whoooo!)
I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and Bobby Brown
I was "Humpin' Around" and "Jump-in Around" ("Humpin' Around" and "Jumpin' Around"!)
Jacked her then I asked her (uh!) who's the man? She said, "B.I.G.! "
Then I bust in her E-Y-E. (Yo Big, you're dead wrong!)
[Chorus 2: The Notorious B.I.G. " (Mister Cee) " ("Sample")]
(I'm Mister Cee!) I'm dead wrong! ("I don't care what nobody say... ") [scratch]
(I'm Mister Cee!) I'm dead wrong! ("I don't care what nobody say... ") [scratch]
(I'm Mister Cee!) I'm dead wrong! ("I don't care what nobody say... ") [scratch]
(I'm Mister Cee!) I'm dead wrong! ("I don't care what nobody say... ") [scratch]
The weak or the strong? - Who got it goin' on? (I'm Mister Cee!) [scratches]
You're dead wrong! (I'm Mister Cee!) [scratches]
The weak or the strong? - Who got it goin' on? (I'm Mister Cee!) [scratches]
(What? And you don't stop!) [scratches]
[The Notorious B.I.G.:]
Check the pain I inflict, like a convict. - The Fulton digger!
Jump in the Acura Vigor, after I stick ya; (uh, yeah!)
Rip ya like a razor, straight up Henny with no chaser. (with no chaser!)
Watch me erase ya, misplace ya! (uh!)
Put you in the back with the derelicts (with the derelicts!) Yeah! I pop plenty shit!
Chump, I'm making hits; no time for the Crack-rock and shit! (uhh!)
Took it to another level (yeah!)
Now I'm gettin' crazy papes, gettin' paid from the devils,
Haahh! - Another amateur tryna damage the pedigree (the pedigree!)
Of the B-I-G-G-I-E; you know it's me!
Hoes, I thought you know I'm smooth as a baby's ass (yeeah!)
Smooth as Teeddy Pendegrass; (uhh!) smoke the grass, get in your ass! (get in your ass!)
The Brooklyn born Teflon don, wrecking shop
Gettin' props! - Proving nobody drops! (uhh, uhh!)
Words as potent as the blunt smokin' Bed-Stuy bandit
And niggas just can't understand it! (yeah, yeeaah, yeah!)
I bust a cap
For the brothers in Nap-Nap, (ooww!)
Comstock, and Clinton!
You know my shit is hittin'! (yeah, yeah!)
Yeah, y'all a fly nigga, Biggie Smaaalls (Smalls!)
Kickin' flavor, make a nigga wanna dig up in they draaawers! (drawers!)
For the burner, catch a body, (uhh!)
I got styles (uhh!) like karate! (uhh!)
Jujitsu,
When I hit you then I split you,
Like a cantaloupe! - Hope you got a rope to hang yourself
I rob for self from Brooklyn! (Brooklyn!) - Where else? (uhh!)
Fat like a Lexus Coupe, (yeah!) I'll rip your troop
Not even Lois Lane could get the scoop.
What you think I'm stupid? (stupid mothaf*cka!)
My crew is mad deep! (yeah, yeah!) - I hope you niggas sleep, haahh! (ooww!) - Yo Big, you're dead wrong!
[Chorus 1: x2]
I know you hear me out there!
It's all f*cked up now!
What I'm a do now?
HUH?!
What I'm a do now?
It's all f*cked up now!
[Chorus 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
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!
[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 (uh, uh!)
The hooker layer - motherf*cker 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! (uh, uh!) - Jab her if she act (uh-huh!)
Funny with the money; oh! You got me mistaken, honey! (you got me mistaken, honey!)
I don't wanna rape ya! (oooww!) - I just want the paper (uh-huuh!)
The Visa! - Kapeesha? - I'm out like - "The Vapors" (oh!)
Who's the one you call Mr. Macho? (Mr. Macho!) The head honcho? (head honcho!)
Swift fist like Camacho. (camacho!) - I got so (uh!)
Much style I should be down with the Stylistics (uh!)
Make up to break up! (to break up!) - Niggaz need to wake up (wake up!)
Smell the Indonesia; (uh, uh!) beat you to a seizure
Then f*ck your moms, (uuuh!) hit the skins 'til amnesia.
She don't remember shit! (she don't remember shit!) - Just the two hits! (ooww!)
Her hittin' the floor - and me hittin' the clits! (yeah!)
Suckin' on the tits! (uh!) - Had the hooker beggin' for the dick (ssshh!)
And your moms ain't ugly love; (uh!) - my dick got rock quick. (whoooo!)
I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and Bobby Brown
I was "Humpin' Around" and "Jump-in Around" ("Humpin' Around" and "Jumpin' Around"!)
Jacked her then I asked her (uh!) who's the man? She said, "B.I.G.! "
Then I bust in her E-Y-E. (Yo Big, you're dead wrong!)
[Chorus 2: The Notorious B.I.G. " (Mister Cee) " ("Sample")]
(I'm Mister Cee!) I'm dead wrong! ("I don't care what nobody say... ") [scratch]
(I'm Mister Cee!) I'm dead wrong! ("I don't care what nobody say... ") [scratch]
(I'm Mister Cee!) I'm dead wrong! ("I don't care what nobody say... ") [scratch]
(I'm Mister Cee!) I'm dead wrong! ("I don't care what nobody say... ") [scratch]
The weak or the strong? - Who got it goin' on? (I'm Mister Cee!) [scratches]
You're dead wrong! (I'm Mister Cee!) [scratches]
The weak or the strong? - Who got it goin' on? (I'm Mister Cee!) [scratches]
(What? And you don't stop!) [scratches]
[The Notorious B.I.G.:]
Check the pain I inflict, like a convict. - The Fulton digger!
Jump in the Acura Vigor, after I stick ya; (uh, yeah!)
Rip ya like a razor, straight up Henny with no chaser. (with no chaser!)
Watch me erase ya, misplace ya! (uh!)
Put you in the back with the derelicts (with the derelicts!) Yeah! I pop plenty shit!
Chump, I'm making hits; no time for the Crack-rock and shit! (uhh!)
Took it to another level (yeah!)
Now I'm gettin' crazy papes, gettin' paid from the devils,
Haahh! - Another amateur tryna damage the pedigree (the pedigree!)
Of the B-I-G-G-I-E; you know it's me!
Hoes, I thought you know I'm smooth as a baby's ass (yeeah!)
Smooth as Teeddy Pendegrass; (uhh!) smoke the grass, get in your ass! (get in your ass!)
The Brooklyn born Teflon don, wrecking shop
Gettin' props! - Proving nobody drops! (uhh, uhh!)
Words as potent as the blunt smokin' Bed-Stuy bandit
And niggas just can't understand it! (yeah, yeeaah, yeah!)
I bust a cap
For the brothers in Nap-Nap, (ooww!)
Comstock, and Clinton!
You know my shit is hittin'! (yeah, yeah!)
Yeah, y'all a fly nigga, Biggie Smaaalls (Smalls!)
Kickin' flavor, make a nigga wanna dig up in they draaawers! (drawers!)
For the burner, catch a body, (uhh!)
I got styles (uhh!) like karate! (uhh!)
Jujitsu,
When I hit you then I split you,
Like a cantaloupe! - Hope you got a rope to hang yourself
I rob for self from Brooklyn! (Brooklyn!) - Where else? (uhh!)
Fat like a Lexus Coupe, (yeah!) I'll rip your troop
Not even Lois Lane could get the scoop.
What you think I'm stupid? (stupid mothaf*cka!)
My crew is mad deep! (yeah, yeah!) - I hope you niggas sleep, haahh! (ooww!) - Yo Big, you're dead wrong!
[Chorus 1: x2]
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