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Big Punisher feat. Drag-On, Fat Joe, Remi Martin Miscellaneous You Was Wrong Big Punisher feat. Drag-On, Fat Joe, Remi Martin You Was Wrong T-S nigga Y'all don't know? [Drag-On] Aiyyo its on, I see how niggas didn't learn You is wrong, thought the fire didn't burn Its on, me and Pun ain't from the Bronx You's wrong, nigga we can get it on Aiyyo, guns we toss 'em, and bodies we auction To his family we tell 'em he owed us a fortune Gimme forty-thou, you can have yo' 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 breath The last nigga you wish you shoulda believed And Drag move quick, blend right into a wall like a brick The only thing you see before I blow off ya shit is my wrist 'Cuz my hand the gun is covered in Not this range, when I pump this pistol, its very rare I miss it Damn it on ya lips Y'all keep talkin like y'all teflon with no weap-ons Nigga I'm pumpin my four, I ain't throwin no more Nowadays niggas run upstairs, open they drawer My circumstance, you ain't got that chance mines in my draw, you get it? Thats means y'all walks for two dicks, so don't be stupid and make me use one unless you ?that bitch? [Big Pun] Aiyyo its one, you thought I was wack You was wrong, album double plat Yo its on, stop talkin shit You was wrong, get off my dick How dare you doubt on the ???, Big Pun the undoubtable The only rapper that'll pull out a gun and slap the shit outta you You can't tell me nothin, I'll clonk you and stomp out ya belly button I'm too violent for this rap shit, I should be out somehwere killin som'thin Too quick to blast, some 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 ya ass, boy, with the Bambaclad On your mark get ready, run, I'm sparkin everyone The one 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'm still gon' hit cha'll niggas because up north you be tossin salads with maple syrup I know you hate to hear it, but everybody know this one Why you always gotta be right nigga, why can't you ever be wrong [Fat Joe] Now its on, from the Bronx where its at You was wrong, me and Pun brought it back Now its on, stay on with the gat You was wrong, its the Don, Joey Crack Who the fuck want beef with Joe Crack Make your body fold back Lift his soul with the chrome mack I don't chat on the phone, 'cuz the phone tapped You heard theres money on the block we control that I got the work in the pot where that stove at Cook it up 'til its wack, get my dough back You niggas so wack, tryin'a compete I blind you with heat, I'm the reason crime on the street 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 nodoby gonna stop my shine, you out'cho mind Don't make me have to cock my nine, pop ya spine Neva did believe in the Don's since ninety-two I've been proving that y'all niggas was wrong [Remi Martin] Aiyyo, its on, though I'd stay on the block You was wrong, now Remi on the rock So its on, thought I wasn't gonna drop You was wrong, I was right all along I told these niggas, that I was the sickest bitch And everytime you spit, I'ma spit some sicker shit Ridicoulous, I reminise when I blaze the track Tight shit, make a nigga wanna play ya back I'm hatin that, but I'ma make 'em 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 their heads hollower Make your wig twisted as if I was Oliver Layin in a hospital, hooked up the monitors Thats for the game, y'all lames just came to first 'Cuz I ain't neva heard a bitch straight flame a verse I blame the church, how God let you lie like that Who scribed you for, 'cuz you ain't neva rhymed like that How the fuck you gon' tell me that chick is tight She ain't 'aight 'cuz she don't write, you wrong Yeeeeeeeaaaaaaaah Baby |
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