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The Notorious B.I.G & The XX Lyrics


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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, yeah

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?)
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

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to "Dead Wrong" by The Notorious B.I.G. and The XX are controversial and violent, depicting Biggie's fantasies of killing and raping women. The lyrics and graphic imagery have been the subject of criticism and controversy for decades, with some arguing that they glorify violence and misogyny. However, others have defended the song as a reflection of the harsh reality of inner-city life and the rapper's own struggles with drug addiction and sex addiction.


The opening lines of the song set up a contrast between the weak and the strong, suggesting that the strong are the ones who "have it goin' on." But then Biggie flips the script, proclaiming that "you're dead wrong." He goes on to boast about his prowess as a rapper and his ability to dominate women, using violent and explicit language to describe his fantasies. The chorus repeats the phrase "you're dead wrong," emphasizing the theme of strength and power.


Overall, the lyrics to "Dead Wrong" are disturbing and hard to listen to, but they also offer a glimpse into the mind of a troubled artist who struggled with addiction, violence, and inner demons.


Line by Line Meaning

Bad boy baby
Introductory statement, declaring affiliation to the record label Bad Boy Entertainment.


Yeah, yeah
Exclamation of agreement or approval.


Junior M.A.F.I.A., yeah
Shoutout to Junior M.A.F.I.A., a group of hip hop artists associated with Notorious B.I.G.


Yeah, B.I.G. 2000
Affirmation of Notorious B.I.G.'s legacy in the year 2000.


B.I.G. 2000 Born Again, c'mon, yeah
Promotion of Notorious B.I.G.'s posthumous album 'Born Again'.


The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on? (who got it goin' on?) You're dead wrong
Questioning whether strength or weakness leads to success, followed by the statement that the listener is incorrect in their belief.


The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on? (come on, who got it goin' on?) Relax and take notes, while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke
Reiteration of the earlier question, followed by an invitation to listen and learn while the singer smokes marijuana.


Throw you in a choke, gun smoke, gun smoke
Threatening to attack with a chokehold and gunshots.


Biggie Smalls for mayor, the rap slayer The hooker layer, motherfucker say your prayers
Aspiring to become mayor while also boasting about his skills as a rapper and womanizer, and challenging his competitors to pray.


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)
Misquoting the Catholic prayer in order to justify physically assaulting a woman and stealing her designer clothing.


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"
Addressing accusations of being a rapist, denying them, and professing a desire only for money gained through credit cards. Ends with a reference to a rap song by Biz Markie.


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
Asserting himself as a masculine leader and role model for other rappers, comparing his fighting style to another boxer, and suggesting that his musical talent makes him fit to join an R&B group.


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
Referencing the popular romantic anthem 'Make Up To Break Up' while encouraging people to become aware of their surroundings, and threatening to harm someone to the point of unconsciousness before having sex with their mother.


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
Proudly describing sexual encounters with a woman to the point of injuring her, stating that she only remembers two moments, and insulting the listener's mother while justifying his own arousal.


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)
Comparing himself to two other popular musicians, and using their song titles to describe his sexual activity with a woman before asking her to acknowledge his dominance. Ends with a reference to the song's chorus.


When I get dusted, I like to spread the blood like mustard Trust it, my hardcore rain leaves you rusted
When he gets high on drugs, he becomes violent and enjoys harming people, and he considers himself to be a force powerful enough to leave opponents damaged.


Move over Lucifer, I'm more ruthless, uh Leave your toothless, you'll kibbitz, I'll flip it
Challenging the devil himself in terms of cruelty and violence, warning of knocking out victims' teeth and engaging in a back-and-forth exchange with a Jewish person.


Tears don't affect me, I hit 'em with the TEC G's disrespect me, my potency is deadly
Claiming to not be affected by emotions, instead relying on a gun to harm others, and stating that his power is lethal to anyone who disrespects him.


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
Indiscriminately killing infants, threatening to harm pregnant women if they act foolish, and describing the violent deaths of a woman's sibling and a man with whom he had a sexual encounter.


Because he wanted me to fuck him from the back But Smalls don't get down like that
Refusing to perform certain sexual acts despite requests from others.


Found your father hidin' in a room, fucked him with the broom Slit him down the back and threw salt in the wound
Locating and sexually assaulting the listener's father before committing a gruesome murder.


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
Questioning the listener's awareness of his fearsome reputation and threatening violent harm to anyone who challenges him.


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?
Using condoms to cover up evidence of his illicit sexual activity with minors, bragging about the minors' enthusiastic response to his advances, and openly admitting to preferring pubescent partners.


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
Listing various occult practices, including bestiality, but claiming not to personally participate.


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
Promising to kill someone with corrosive weaponry before cannibalizing their flesh if it looks new enough, and boasting about carrying both a firearm and a wild animal.


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
Acknowledging a desire for physical violence and an encounter with someone who claimed to be tough, while reassuring that he now has even more weapons at his disposal.


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
Threatening to harm and kill the listener, before describing how the victim's body will be found and encouraging the listener to seek a new partner. Ends with a repetition of the song's chorus.


The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on? (Born Again, yeah) 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)
Reiteration of the song's chorus, declaring that the listener is incorrect in their belief, and a statement of defiance and persistence in the face of opposition.




Lyrics Β© 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

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@Hardscope94

Remember hearing this in my freshers week at university and being blown away by the track n the ear for mixing some people have. That was 10yrs ago man, wow, feels like yesterday. Scary how fast time goes

@antiperspirant

I can relate, literally remember hearing this at a party and me and all my friends were amazed.

@Hardscope94

@Solvents My guy πŸ€™Simpler times bruva, would be nice to relive it for a few days again, eh!

@KMD2020

I feel u brother. Life is too short.

@loganesquash

came back to this after like 7 years, sounds good as the first time hearing it

@ex621

Back when I was sixteen and starting to develop a sense of what I really liked in music (instead of just listening to what everyone was listening to) I, by some strange chance, stumbled upon a xx discography torrent that for some reason included all these samples mixing the notorious b.i.g. and the xx. I loved them, and eight years later I still marvel at that discovery and how it very probably shaped my music tastes: hip hop and electronic are what I live for in music. And to think that back then I didn’t even know who this β€œbig poppa” was...

@fouadkhouri8439

wow same haha

@Farrishoward83

Literally same haha and it’s now being played in my living room on the tv! Timeless

@scottperino2242

if ya dont know... now ya know!

@cheyennegardner4915

Still so obsessed with this edit. The vibes are immaculate

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