Dr. Dre - Dead Wrong lyrics

[Hook: Puff Daddy] The weak or the strong Who got it going on? You're dead wrong [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] 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 Motherf**er, say your prayers! "Hail Mary, full of grace," smack the b**h in the face Take her Gucci bag and the North Face off her back Jab her if she act, funny with the money Oh, you got me mistaken, honey I don't wanna rape ya, I just want the paper The Visa, kapeesha? 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" n***as need to wake up Smell the Indonesia, beat you to a seizure Then f** your moms, hit the skins to amnesia She don't remember sh**, just the two hits Her hittin' the floor and me hittin' the clit s**ing on the tits, had the hooker beggin' for the dick And your moms ain't ugly, love, my dick got rocked quick I guess I was a combination Of House of Pain and Bobby Brown I was humpin' around and jumpin' around Jacked her, then I asked her, "Who's the man?" She said, "B-I-G," then I'd bust in her E-Y-E [Hook: Puff Daddy] The weak or the strong Who got it going on? You're dead wrong [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] 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, huh Leave you 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 Mommy in the tummy if the hooker plays a dummy Slit the wrist of little sis, after she s**ed the dick I stabbed her brother with a ice pick Because he wanted me to f** him from the back But Smalls don't get down like that Got your father hidin' in a room, f**ed him with a 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 f**in' feelin' it Hardcore, I got it s**ed like a p**y 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' Because you know I love it young, fresh and green With no hair in between, know what I mean? [Hook: Puff Daddy] The weak or the strong Who got it going on? You're dead wrong [Verse 3: Eminem] There's several different levels to Devil worshippin' Horse's heads, human sacrifices Cannibalism, candles and exorcism Animals, havin' s** with them Camels, mammals and rabbits But I don't get into that; I kicked the habit I just beat you to d**h With weapons that eat through the flesh And I never eat you unless the f**in' 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 co*k him He's ready for war, I'm ready for war I got machetes and swords For any f*ggot that said he was raw 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'll lay your head on the floor With your body spread on the bedspread, red on the wall Red on the ceiling, red on the floor Get a new who*e, met on the second, wed on the third Then she's dead on the fourth; I'm dead wrong [Hook: Puff Daddy] The weak or the strong Who got it going on? You're dead wrong