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Wrong
E.B.T.G. Lyrics
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Yeah, yeah
Junior M.A.F.I.A., yeah
Yeah, B.I.G. 2000
B.I.G. 2000 Born Again, c'mon, yeah
The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on? (who got it goin' on?)
You're dead wrong
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 (uh huh)
Funny with the money, oh you got me mistaken honey
I don't wanna rape ya, I just want the paper
The Visa, capisce-ha? (yeah) 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 hittin' the floor, and me hittin' the clit'
Suckin' 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)
The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on?
You're dead wrong (yo Big, you're dead wrong)
The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on? (Junior MAFIA, Bad Boy)
You're dead wrong (Born Again)
The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on? (who got it goin' on?)
You're dead wrong (yo Big, you're dead wrong)
The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on? (who got it goin' on?)
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, uh
Leave your toothless, you'll kibbitz, I'll flip it
Tears don't affect me, I hit 'em with the TEC
G's 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
Found your father hidin' in a room, fucked him with the broom
Slit him down the back and threw salt in the wound
Who you think you're dealin' with?
Anybody step into my path is fuckin' feelin' 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 screamin' (woo)
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 goin' on? (you're dead wrong)
You're dead wrong (yo Big, you're dead wrong)
The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on? (This 2000, Bad Boy forever)
You're dead wrong (come on)
The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on? (who got it goin' on?)
You're dead wrong (yo Big, you're dead wrong)
The weak or the strong, who got it goin' 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, havin' 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 fuckin', 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 (ooh)
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 lay your head on the floor
With your body spread on the bedspread, red on the wall
Red on the ceilin', 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
The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on? (you're dead wrong)
You're dead wrong (yo Big, you're dead wrong)
The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on? (Junior MAFIA, Bad Boy)
You're dead wrong
The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on? (Born Again, yeah)
You're dead wrong (yo Big, you're dead wrong)
The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on?
You're dead wrong (come on)
The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on?
You're dead wrong (yo Big, you're dead wrong)
The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on? (uh huh, uh)
You're dead wrong (we won't stop, 'cause we can't stop)
The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on?
You're dead wrong (yo Big, you're dead wrong)
The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on?
You're dead wrong
"Dead Wrong" is a rap song by The Notorious B.I.G. featuring Junior M.A.F.I.A., released posthumously on March 7, 2000. The song, produced by DJ Green Lantern, samples "Get Out of My Life, Woman" by Lee Dorsey and "I Only Have Eyes for You" by The Flamingos. The song is controversial for its graphic and violent lyrics, including references to murder, rape, and cannibalism.
The lyrics of "Dead Wrong" explore themes of violence, power, and aggression in B.I.G.'s signature style. The song features two verses, the first delivered by B.I.G. and the second by an anonymous guest rapper who is rumored to be Eminem. The verses are filled with vivid imagery and violent metaphors, including references to stabbing, shooting, and genital mutilation.
The chorus of the song, "The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on? You're dead wrong," is a taunt aimed at B.I.G.'s critics and rivals in the rap industry, suggesting that they will never match his power and success.
Line by Line Meaning
Bad boy baby
Introducing himself as someone who behaves recklessly and flaunts rules
The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on? (who got it goin' on?)
You're dead wrong
The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on? (come on, who got it goin' on?)
Asking this rhetorical question implies that no one in the world is capable or worthy in comparison to him
Relax and take notes, while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke
Throw you in a choke, gun smoke, gun smoke
He is the one in charge and he indulges in drugs and violence
Biggie Smalls for mayor, the rap slayer
The hooker layer, motherfucker say your prayers
He mocks the traditional kind of politicians and considers himself a powerful figure in the music world
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 (uh huh)
He sexualizes women, takes pleasure in assaulting them, and justifies his actions with the idea of getting what he wants
Funny with the money, oh you got me mistaken honey
I don't wanna rape ya, I just want the paper
The Visa, capisce-ha? (yeah) I'm out like, "The Vapors"
He sarcastically tries to convince the person he's talking to that he doesn't have any ill intentions and is only interested in money
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
He aims to be the epitome of masculinity, power, and style
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'
Suckin' on the tits, had the hooker beggin' for the dick
And your moms ain't ugly love, my dick got rock quick
He graphically describes his pleasure in physically and sexually abusing people, specifically women and children, and boasts about his sexual prowess
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)
He alludes to his previous music and sexual activities while degrading the woman he's having sex with
When I get dusted, I like to spread the blood like mustard
Trust it, my hardcore rain leaves you rusted
He revels in the idea of inflicting pain and violence on others
Move over Lucifer, I'm more ruthless, uh
Leave your toothless, you'll kibbitz, I'll flip it
Tears don't affect me, I hit 'em with the TEC
G's disrespect me, my potency is deadly
He claims to be even more merciless and intimidating than the devil himself and has no qualms about hurting anyone who disobeys him
Animals, havin' 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 fuckin', meat looks fresh
He lists the horrific and illegal things he's not doing while simultaneously admitting that he enjoys murder and mutilation
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 (ooh)
He speaks vulgarly and threateningly about his weapons and his desire to use them against others, asserting his dominance and violence as his defining characteristics
Found your father hidin' in a room, fucked him with the broom
Slit him down the back and threw salt in the wound
He delightfully imagines committing sadistic acts of sexual assault and murdering someone's father
There's several different levels to Devil worshippin'
Horse's heads, human sacrifices, cannibalism, candles and exorcism
Animals, havin' sex with 'em, camels, mammals and rabbits
But I don't get into that, I kicked the habit, I just
He lists again the same macabre and taboo practices related to Satanism, paganism, and fetishism, implying that he's a big enough criminal to be involved in any of them
Met on the second, wed on the third
Then she's dead on the fourth, I'm dead wrong
He coldly recounts the events of marrying and then killing someone, revealing himself to be a remorseless killer
This 2000, Bad Boy forever
He attempts to make himself relevant and immortal by tying his alias to a cultural moment in the new millennium
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Carl Thompson, Christopher Wallace, Osten Harvey, Al Green, Marshall Mathers
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@elijahwilliamson3623
For a couple who've been together almost 40 years they sure know how to express heartache.
@SmartRobot-wc2fb
Elijah Williamson: Absolutely! How ironic that is! Probably they've resorted to their close friends' relationship experiences instead! Can you imagine how many of them must have remarried or divorced in 40 years?
@A00502
A song is not a song.....it's a full story......u remember the place, the times, the people, the car, the place, the circumstances where u had heard it and liked it as well.......the motion picture runs at the back of ur mind
@miguelontiveros3626
❤
@theedguardian
Once in college I was selected to host the music at a party. Instead of playing the usual mainstream music, I decided to play this kind of music and received quite a bit of praise, something I didn't expect. lol! Can't beat the 90s I guess.
@kayadavid1037
Loser!
@gabrielx5477
Good move Edgar
@Cinnamoroll964
Should have played Kanye
@theedguardian
Jeb De Guzman
Lol! It would have appeased the millennials.
@rachellegarcia1272
Jeb De Guzman what a joke