Текст песни Dead Wrong - Eminem , The Notorious B.I.G.

Puff Bad Boy baby
Yeah, yeah
Junior M.A.F.I.A., yeah
Yeah. B.I.G. 2000
B.I.G. 2000 born again, c'mon

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

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 wit 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 til amnesia
She don't remember shit! Just the two hits!
Her hittin the floor, and me hittin the clits!
Sucking on the tits! 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 "Jump-in 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)

When I get dusted, I like to spread the blood like mustard
Trust it, my hardcore rain leaves you rusted
Move over Lucifer, I'm more ruthless, huh
Leave your toothless, you'll kibbitz, I'll flip it
Tears don't affect me, I hit 'em with the tech G
Disrespect me - my potency is deadly
I'm shootin babies, no ifs ands or maybes
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 fuck him from the back
But Smalls don't get down like that
Got your father hiding in a room; fucked him with the broom
Slit him down the back and threw salt in the wound
Who you think you're dealing with?
Anybody step into my path is fucking feeling it!
Hardcore, I got it sucked like a pussy
Stab ya til you're gushy, so please don't push. me
I'm using rubbers so they won't trace the semen
The black demon, got the little hookers screaming
Because you know I love it young, fresh and green
With no hair in between, know what I mean?

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

The weak or the strong, who got it going on
You're dead wrong (Yo Big, you're dead wrong)
The weak or the strong, who got it going on
Ladies and gentlemen
You're dead wrong

There's several different levels to Devil worshippin: horse's heads
Human sacrifices, cannibalism; candles and exorcism
Animals having sex with 'em; camels mammals and rabbits
But I don't get into that, I kick the habit - I just
Beat you to death with weapons that eat through the flesh
And I never eat you unless the fucking, meat looks fresh
I got a lion in my pocket, I'm lying, I got a nine in my pocket
And baby I'm just, dying to cock him
He's ready for war, I'm ready for war
I got machetes and swords for any faggot that said he was raw
My uz' as, heavy as yours, yeah you met me before
I just didn't have as large an arsenal of weapons before
Marshall will step in the door, I lay your head on the floor
With your body spread on the bedspread, red on the wall
Red on the ceiling, red on the floor, get a new whore
Met on the second, wet on the third
Then she's dead on the fourth - I'm dead wrong

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

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

The weak or the strong, who got it going on
You're dead wrong

Uh-huh, and we won't stop, because we can't stop

The weak or the strong, who got it going on
You're dead wrong