You Was Wrong Lyrics by Big Punisher

You Was Wrong Lyrics

    [Drag-On]
    What?
    T-S nigga
    Y'all don't know?

    [Drag-On]
    Aiyyo its on, I see how niggas 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, nigga we can get it 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 nigga to see you bleed, the last nigga to see you breath
    The last nigga 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 shit 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
    Nigga I'm pumpin my four, I ain't throwin no more
    Nowadays niggas 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 bitch?

    [Big Pun]
    Aiyyo its one, you thought I was wack
    You was wrong, album double plat
    Yo its on, stop talkin shit
    You was wrong, get off my dick

    How dare you doubt on the ???, Big Pun the undoubtable
    The only rapper that'll pull out a gun and slap the shit outta you
    You can't tell me nothin, I'll clonk you and stomp out ya belly button
    I'm too violent for this rap shit, I should be out somehwere killin som'thin
    Too quick to blast, some niggas talk shit 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 ass, 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 shit where I eat
    Fuck you nigga, literally
    Dick in your cheeks, you rich in the street
    But I'm still gon' hit cha'll niggas
    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 nigga, why can't you ever be wrong

    [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

    Who the fuck 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 niggas 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, niggas 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 cock my nine, pop ya spine
    Neva did believe in the Don's
    since ninety-two I've been proving that y'all niggas was wrong

    [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

    I told these niggas, that I was the sickest bitch
    And everytime you spit, I'ma spit some sicker shit
    Ridicoulous, I reminise when I blaze the track
    Tight shit, make a nigga wanna play ya back
    I'm hatin that, but I'ma make 'em all believers
    Fuck hot, I'ma come and straight drop a fever
    Cop a heater, turn around and pop your leader
    And for the followers, I'ma 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 bitch 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 fuck you gon' tell me that chick is tight
    She ain't 'aight 'cuz she don't write, you wrong

    Yeeeeeeeaaaaaaaah Baby

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