Dead Wrong
Album: Born Again
Release Date: 12/7/99
Label: Bad Boy Entertainment
Explicit version of "Dead Wrong" lyrics
Bad Boy baby
Yeah
Junior M
Yeah
B
The weak or the strong
You're dead wrong
The weak or the strong
You're dead wrong
Relax and take notes
Throw you in a choke
Biggie Smalls for mayor
The hooker layer
Hail Mary full of grace
Take her Gucci bag and the North Face
Off her back
Funny with the money
I don't wanna rape ya
The Visa
Who's the one you call Mr
Swift fist like Camacho
Much style I should be down wit the Stylistics
Make up to break up niggaz need to wake up
Smell the Indonesia
Then f*** your moms
She don't remember s***
Her hittin' the floor
Suckin' on the t***
And your moms ain't ugly love
I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and Bobby Brown
I was 'Humpin' Around' and 'Jump-in Around'
Jacked her then I asked her who's the man
Then I bust in her E Y E
The weak or the strong
You're dead wrong
The weak or the strong
You're dead wrong
The weak or the strong
You're dead wrong
The weak or the strong
You're dead wrong
When I get dusted
Trust it
Move over Lucifer
Leave your toothless
Tears don't affect me
Disrespect me
I'm shootin' babies
Hit mummy in the tummy if the hooker plays a dummy
Slit the wrist of little sis after she sucked the dick
I stabbed her brother with the icepick
Because he wanted me to f*** him from the back
But Smalls don't get down like that
Got your father hidin' in a room
Slit him down the back and threw salt in the wound
Who you think you're dealin' with?
Anybody step into my path is f*****' feelin' it
Hardcore
Stab ya till you're gushy
I'm using rubbers so they won't trace the semen
The black demon
Because you know I love it young
With no hair in between
The weak or the strong
You're dead wrong
The weak or the strong
You're dead wrong
The weak or the strong
You're dead wrong
The weak or the strong
You're dead wrong
There's several different levels to Devil worshippin' horse's heads
Human sacrifices
Animals havin' sex with 'em
But I don't get into that
I just beat you to death with weapons that eat through the flesh
And I never eat you unless the f*****'
I got a lion in my pocket
And baby I'm just
I got machetes and swords for any fagot that said he was raw
My uz' as
I just didn't have as large an arsenal of weapons before
Marshall will step in the door
With your body spread on the bedspread
Red on the ceilin'
Met on the second
I'm dead wrong
The weak or the strong
You're dead wrong
The weak or the strong
You're dead wrong
The weak or the strong
You're dead wrong
The weak or the strong
You're dead wrong
The weak or the strong
You're dead wrong
The weak or the strong
You're dead wrong
The weak or the strong
You're dead wrong
The weak or the strong
You're dead wrong
© AL GREEN MUSIC
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