Dead Wrong
The XX and BIG Lyrics

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