The Notorious B.I.G. — Dead Wrong

[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G. & Diddy] Bad Boy, baby Yeah, yeah Junior M.A.F.I.A., yeah B.I.G. 2000, B.I.G. 2000 again Yeah [Chorus: Diddy & The Notorious B.I.G.] 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: The Notorious B.I.G.] Relax and take notes while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke Throw you in a choke—gunsmoke, gunsmoke 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, capisce-ah? I'm out like The Vapors Who's the one you call Mr. Macho? The head honcho, swift fists like Cu-macho I got so much styles 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 hittin' the floor and me hittin' the clit 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 Jumpin' Around Jacked her, then, I asked her, "Who's her man?" She said, "B-I-G," Then I bust in her E-Y-E [Chorus: Diddy & The Notorious B.I.G.] Yo Big, 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? (Junior MAFIA, Bad Boy) You're dead wrong The weak or the strong Who got it going on? (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? (Who got it going on?) You're dead wrong [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] 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, uh Leave you toothless, you'll kibitz, I'll flip it Tears don't affect me, I hit 'em with the TEC, Gs Disrespect me, my potency is deadly I'm shooting 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 ice pick Because he wanted me to fuck him from the back But Smalls don't get down like that Found 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 you '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 (Woo!) Because you know I love it young, fresh and green With no hair in between, know what I mean? [Chorus: Diddy & The Notorious B.I.G.] The weak or the strong, who got it going on? (You're dead wrong) You're dead wrong Yo Big, you're dead wrong The weak or the strong, who got it going on? (This 2000, Bad Boy forever, baby) You're dead wrong The weak or the strong, who got it going on? (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 [Verse 3: Eminem] There's several different levels to Devil worshiping Horses' heads, human sacrifices, cannibalism, candles and exorcism Animals, having sex with 'em, camels, mammals and rabbits But I don't get into that, I kicked 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 lyin', I got a .9 in my pocket And baby, I'm just dyin' 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 Uzi's 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'll 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, wed on the third, then she's dead on the fourth I'm dead wrong! [Chorus: Diddy & The Notorious B.I.G.] The weak or the strong Who got it going on? (You're dead wrong) You're dead wrong Yo Big, you're dead wrong The weak or the strong Who got it going on? (Junior MAFIA, Bad Boy) You're dead wrong The weak or the strong (Uh-huh) Who got it going on? (Born Again, yeah) You're dead wrong Yo Big, you're dead wrong The weak or the strong Who got it going on? You're dead wrong (C'mon) The weak or the strong Who got it going on? You're dead wrong (C'mon) Yo Big, you're dead wrong The weak or the strong Who got it going on? You're dead wrong (*repeat to fade*) [Outro: Diddy] We won't stop, 'cause we can't stop [Produced by Chucky Thompson and Mario Winans]