Dead Wrong (Original Version)

[Hook] The weak or the strong, who got it going on? You're dead wrong The weak or the strong, who got it going on? You're dead wrong [Verse 1] 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, motherfucker 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, jab her if she act Funny with the money, oh you got me 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 Camacho I got so much style I should be down with the Stylistics "Make up to break up" Niggas need to wake up Smell the Indonesia, beat you to a seizure Then fuck your moms, hit the skins to amnesia She don't remember shit, just the two hits Her hitting the floor and me hitting the clit Sucking on the tits, had the hooker begging 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 humping around and jumping 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, you're dead wrong) [Hook] The weak or the strong, who got it going on? You're dead wrong The weak or the strong, who got it going on? You're dead wrong [Verse 2] Check the pain I inflict, like a convict, the Fulton digger Jump in the Acura Vigor, after I stick ya Rip ya like a razor, straight up Henny with no chaser Watch me erase ya, misplace ya Put you in the back with the derelicts, yeah, I pop plenty shit Chump, I'm making hits, no time for the crack rock and shit Took it to another level Now I'm getting crazy papes, getting paid from the devils Another amateur trying to damage 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 Smooth as Teddy Pendergrass, smoke the grass, get in your ass The Brooklyn-born Teflon Don, wrecking shop Getting props, proving nobody drops Words as potent as the blunt smoking Bed-Stuy bandit And niggas just can't understand it I bust a cap for the brothers in Nap Nap, Comstock, and Clinton You know my shit is hitting Yeah, y'all, a fly nigga, Biggie Smalls Kicking flavor, make a nigga wanna dig up in their drawers For the burner, catch a body, I got styles like karate Jiu-jitsu, 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, where else? Fat like a Lexus coupe, I ripped your troop Not even Lois Lane could get the scoop What you think, I'm stupid? My crew is mad deep I hope you niggas sleep, huh, yo, Big, you're dead wrong [Hook] The weak or the strong, who got it going on? You're dead wrong The weak or the strong, who got it going on? You're dead wrong