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You Was Wrong
Big Pun
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What? Fat Joe, DX nigga
Y'all don't know?
Yo it's on
I see y'all niggas didn't learn
You was wrong
Thought the fire didn't burn
Yo it's on
Me and Pun ain't from the Bronx
You was wrong
Nigga we the real deal
Yo, yo
Ayo guns we toss 'em and bodies we auction
To his family we told 'em he owed us a fortune
Gimme forty thou, you can have your child
You don't know, what I had to go through to clap this clown
Check my background
The last nigga to see you bleed
The last nigga to see you breathe
The last nigga you wish you should've believed
And Drag move quick, put light in a war like a brick
The only thing you see before I blow off your shit is my wrist
'Cause my hand the gun is covered in
Now this range when I pump this pistol
Is very rare I miss it's damn near on your lips
Y'all keep talkin' like y'all Teflon with no weapons
Nigga I'm pumpin' my four, I ain't thumpin' no more
Nowadays niggas run upstairs, open they drawer
My circumstance, you ain't got that chance
Mines in my drawers, you get it?
That means y'all walks for two dicks
So don't be stupid, and make me use one, unless you my bitch
Ayo it's on
(You thought I was wack)
You was wrong
(How them double plat'ers)
Yo it's on
(Stop talkin' shit)
You was wrong
(Get off my dick)
How dare you doubt or deny Big Pun, the undoubtable
The only rapper pull out a gun and slap the shit out of you
You can't tell me nothin' I'll clonk
You and stomp out your belly button
I'm too violent for this rap shit
I should be out somewhere killin' somethin'
Quick to blast, y'all niggas talk shit and dash
But I really will kick your ass
Juggernaut, I don't care if you a thug or not
I'll get Jamaican on your ass rude boy, what the bomboclaat?
On your mark, get ready, run, I'm sparkin' everyone
Don't wanna get locked? Stand back and watch, where you from?
How dare you come and try to shit where I eat
Fuck you nigga, literally, dick in your cheeks
You rich in the street, but I still hate y'all niggas
'Cause up north, you be tossin' salads with maple syrup
I know you hate to hear it, but everybody know that it's on
Why you always gotta be right nigga? Why can't you ever be wrong?
Now it's on
From the Bronx where it's at
You is wrong
Me and Pun brought it back
Now it's on
Stay on with the gat
You is wrong
It's the Don Joey Crack
Who the fuck want beef with Joe Crack?
Make your body fold back, lift your soul with the chrome MAC
I don't chat on the phone 'cause the phone tapped
You heard there's money on the block, we control that
I got the work in the pot where the stove at
Cook it up 'til it's rock, give my dough back
You niggas so wack tryin' to compete
I blind you with heat, I'm the reason crime on the streets
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, niggas beg for they life when they see me comin'
Ain't nobody gon' stop my shine, you out your mind?
Don't make me have to cock my nine
Pop your spine, never did believe in the Don
Since '92 I've been provin' that you niggas was wrong
Yo it's on
Thought I'd stay on the block
You was wrong
Now I'm Remy on the rocks
Yo it's on
Thought I wasn't gon' drop
You was wrong
I was right all along
I told these niggas that I was the sickest bitch
And every time you spit, I'ma spit some sicker shit
Ridiculous how Remy-ness blaze the track
Type of shit make a nigga wanna play it back
Y'all hatin' that, but I'ma make you all believers
Fuck 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 they heads hollower
Make your wig twist as if I was Oliver
Layin' in the hospital, hooked up to monitors
As for the game, y'all lames just came in first
'Cause I ain't never heard a bitch straight flame a verse
I blame the church, how God let you lie like that?
Who scribed for you? 'Cause you ain't never rhymed like that
So how the fuck you gon' tell me that Chicks is tight?
She ain't aight because she don't write
You wrong
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