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    Bad Boy, baby
    Yeah, yeah
    Junior MAFIA, yeah
    BIG 2000, BIG 2000, Born Again
    Yeah

    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

    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 her 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, capiche-ah? I'm out like The Vapors
    Who's the one you call Mr Macho? The head honcho
    Swift fists like Camacho, I got so
    Much style, 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 clits (yeah)
    Suckin' on the tits (uh), 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 the man? She said: B-I-G
    Then I bust in her E-Y-E
    See upcoming rap shows

    (Yo, Big, you're dead wrong)
    The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on?
    You're dead wrong (yo, Big, you're dead wrong)
    The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on?
    (Junior MAFIA, Bad Boy)
    You're dead wrong
    The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on?
    (Who got it goin' on?)
    You're dead wrong (yo, Big, you're dead wrong)
    The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on?
    (Who got it goin' on?) You're dead wrong

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    When I get dusted, I like to spread the blunt like mustard
    Trust it My hardcore rain leaves ya 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, G's
    Disrespect me, my potency is deadly
    I'm shootin' 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 hidin' in a room, fucked him with the 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 fuckin' feeling it
    Hardcore, I got it sucked like a pussy
    Stab you till 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' (woo)
    Because you know I love it young, fresh, and green
    With no hair in between, know what I mean?

    The weak or the strong, who got it going on?
    You're dead wrong (yo, Big, you're dead wrong)
    The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on?
    You're dead wrong (this 2000, Bad Boy forever, baby)
    The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on?
    (Who got it goin' on?)
    You're dead wrong (yo, Big, you're dead wrong)
    The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on?
    You're dead wrong (ladies and gentlemen)

    There's several different levels to Devil worshippin'
    Horses' heads, human sacrifices, cannibalism, candles and exorcism
    Animals, havin' sex with 'em, camels, mammals, and rabbits
    But I don't get into that, I kick the habit
    I just beat you to death with weapons that eat through the flesh
    And I never eat you unless the fuckin' 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 cock him
    He's ready for war, I'm ready for war
    I got machetes and swords for any faggot 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 whore
    Met on the second, wed on the third, then she's dead on the fourth
    I'm dead wrong

    The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on?
    You're dead wrong (Yo, Big, you're dead wrong)
    The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on?
    (Junior MAFIA, Bad Boy) You're dead wrong
    The weak or the strong (uh-huh), who got it goin' on?
    (Born Again, yeah)
    You're dead wrong (yo, Big, you're dead wrong)
    The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on?
    You're dead wrong (c'mon)
    The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on?
    You're dead wrong (c'mon) (yo, Big, you're dead wrong)
    The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on?
    You're dead wrong
    You're dead wrong
    You're dead wrong
    You're dead wrong

    We won't stop, 'cause we can't stop

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    Composición: Green (Us) Al, Easy Moe B, Big Poppa y Eminem

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