Yo Big, you're dead wrong The weak or the strong Who got it going on? You're dead wrong Yo Big, you're dea d wrong The weak or the strong Who got it going on? (Junior MAFIA, Bad Boy) You're dead wrong The weak or the strong Who got it going on? (Who got it going on?) You're dead wrong Yo Big, you're dead wrong The weak or the strong Who got it going on? (Who got it going 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 you toothless, you'll kibitz, I'll flip it Tears don't affect me, I hit 'em with the TEC, Gs Disrespect me, my potency is deadly I'm shooting 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 ice pick Because he wanted me to fuck him from the back But Smalls don't get down like that Found your father hiding in a room, fucked him with the broom Slit him down the back and threw salt in the wound Who you think you're dealing with? Anybody step into my path is fucking feeling 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 screaming (Woo!) Because you know I love it young, fresh and green With no hair in between, know what I mean? Macho? The head honcho, swift fists like Cu-macho I got so much styles 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 Sucking 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 Jumpin' Around Jacked her, then, I asked her, 'Who's her man?' She said, 'B-I-G,' Then I bust in her E-Y-E 2000 again Yeah The weak or the strong Who got it going on? You're dead wrong The weak or the strong Who got it going on? You're dead wrong Relax and take notes while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke Throw you in a choke-gunsmoke, gunsmoke 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 funny with the money Oh, you got me mistaken, honey I don't wanna rape ya, I just want the paper The Visa, capisce -ah? I'm out like The Vapors Who's the one you call Mr. Bad Boy, baby Yeah, yeah Junior M.A.F.I.A., yeah B.I.G.

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