Bart Migal - You Was Wrong lyrics

[Intro: Drag-On] What? T-S n***a Y'all don't know? [Bridge: Drag-On] Aiyyo its on, I see how n***as 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, n***a we can get it on [Verse 1: Drag-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 n***a to see you bleed, the last n***a to see you breath The last n***a 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 sh** 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 n***a I'm pumpin my four, I ain't throwin no more Nowadays n***as 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 b**h? [Bridge: Big Pun] Aiyyo its one, you thought I was wack You was wrong, album double plat Yo its on, stop talkin sh** You was wrong, get off my dick [Verse 2: Big Pun] How dare you doubt on the ???, Big Pun the undoubtable The only rapper that'll pull out a gun and slap the sh** outta you You can't tell me nothin, I'll clonk you and stomp out ya belly bu*ton I'm too violent for this rap sh**, I should be out somehwere k**in som'thin Too quick to blast, some n***as talk sh** 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 a**, 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 sh** where I eat f** you n***a, literally Dick in your cheeks, you rich in the street But I'm still gon' hit cha'll n***as 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 n***a, why can't you ever be wrong [Bridge: 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 [Verse 3: Fat Joe] Who the f** 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 n***as 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, n***as 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 co*k my nine, pop ya spine Neva did believe in the Don's Since ninety-two I've been proving that y'all n***as was wrong [Bridge: 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 [Verse 4: Remi Marin] I told these n***as, that I was the sickest b**h And everytime you spit, I'mma spit some sicker sh** Ridicoulous, I reminise when I blaze the track Tight sh**, make a n***a wanna play ya back I'm hatin that, but I'mma make 'em all believers f** hot, I'mma come and straight drop a fever Cop a heater, turn around and pop your leader And for the followers, I'mma 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 b**h 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 f** you gon' tell me that chick is tight She ain't 'aight 'cuz she don't write, you wrong