Busta Rhymes - Dead Wrong (Remix) (Alternate Version) lyrics

[Puff Daddy] Bad Boy baby [Notorious B.I.G.] Yeah Yeah Junior M.A.F.I.A Yeah [Puff Daddy] Yeah B.I.G. 2000 B.I.G. 2000 Born Again Come on Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy The weak or the strong Who got it goin' on? You're dead wrong The weak or the strong Who got it goin' 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 her North Face off her back Jab her if she act Funny with the money, oh, you got him 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 Cumacho 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 clits s**in' 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 B.I.G., you're dead wrong) Repeat Chorus Twice [Verse 2: Eminem] There's several different levels to Devil worshippin': horse's heads Human sacrifices, canibalism, candles and exorcism Animals having s** with 'em, camels, mammals and rabbits But I don't get into that, I kick 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 nine 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 uz is as 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 who*e Met on the second, wet on the third, then she's dead on the fourth I'm dead wrong Repeat Chorus Twice [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes] How many licks does it take to the center of my Tootsie Roll? (Or) How many nuts to the center of your booty hole? Hold on, shorty, cause I'm about to slap this groupie n***a Jab this fluesy n***a, watch 'em bleed, then sh** dookie, n***a Spooky n***a, you gettin' skinny like you Pookie, n***a Blood spill got you laggin' out like that soupie n***a Smoke this Lucy n***a, time pa**in' on the frank mic Watch 'em dyin' slow, then see ya skin, you start to change color My goons lay the flood, leave you layin', drippin' blood Then ended up fingerf**in' your mother at a strip club We dead wrong for how we gutter like how in the sudden Fascinated how all of this street sh**, we straight mother f** it We thug rugged to the tenth power Like B.I.G. was listenin' So Gimme The Loot for the past ten hours Another dick Hear the click of my gun co*k Same mentality when I was scheeming on a lunch box Gimme that! Twenty-focused and I'm sorry Campbell I'm taking from you and your wife and run the baby Pamper (What?) Repeat Chorus Til Fade