The weaker the strong
 Who got it goin on
 Your Dead Wrong

 (Verse One)

 Relax and take note
 While I take totes of the marijuana smoke
 Throw you in choke
 Gun smoke gun smoke
 Biggie Smalls for mayor
 The rap slayer the hooker layer
 Muthafucka say your prayers
 (Hail Mary full of grace)
 Smack the bitch in her face
 Take her Gucci bag and the North Face off her back
 Jab her if she act
 Funny wit the money
 Oh you got me mistakin honey
 I don't wanna rap ya
 I just want the paper
 The Visa capisha
 I'm out like the vapors
 Who's the one the call mister macho
 The head honcho
 Swift fist like camacho
 I got so
 Much style I should be down wit the stylistics
 Make up to break up
 Niggas need to wake up
 Smell the indonesia beat you to a ceasure
 Then fuck your mom hit them skins to amnesia
 She don't remember shit just the two hits
 Her hittin the floor and me hittin the clit
 Suckin on her tit
 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

 Yo Big your dead wrong
 (I don't care what nobody say)
 Your dead wrong
 (I don't care what nobody say)
 Your dead wrong
 (I don't care what nobody say)
 We gotta do things right

 (X2)
 The weaker the strong
 Who got it goin on
 Your dead wrong


 (Verse Two)

 The pain I inflict
 Like a convict
 ????????????????? vigor
 Jump in my Acura Vigor after I stick ya
 Rip ya like razor straight up henny wit no chasa
 Watch me erase ya misplace ya
 Put ya in the back wit the derelects
 Yeah I pop plenty shit
 Chump i'm makin hits
 No time for that crack rockin shit
 Took you to another level
 Now i'm gettin crazy pates
 Gettin paid from the devil
 Another amatuer tryna damage the pedigree
 Of the B-I-G-G-I-E you know its me
 Hoes I thought you knew i'm smooth as a baby's ass
 Smooth as Teddy Pentergras
 Smoke the grass get in ya ass
 The Brooklyn born teflon don
 Reckin shop
 Gettin props provin nobody drops
 Words as potent as the blunt smokin Bed Stuy bandit
 And niggas just can't understand it
 I bust a cap for my brothers in Nappmack,Comstock,and Clinton
 You know my shit is hittin
 Yeah ya'll the fly nigga Biggie Smalls
 Kickin flavor make a nigga dig up in they draws
 For the burn that catch your body
 I got styles like karate
 Jujitsu when I hit you
 Then I split you like a cantaloupe
 Hope you gotta rope to hang yourself
 I rhyme for self
 From Brooklyn where else
 Back like a Lexus coop i'll rip your troup
 Not even Lois Lane could get the scoop
 What you think i'm stupid muthafucka
 My crew is mad deep
 I hope you niggas sleep

 (Chorus