Bad boy baby Yeah Yeah Yeah Fuck Fuck The weak of the strong You got it going on You're dead wrong The weak of the strong You got it going on You're dead wrong Relax and take notes While I take totes of the marijuana smoke Throw you in a choke, gun smoke, gun smoke Biggie Smoke for mayor The rap slayer, the fucker 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, Cadizia I'm out like the vapors Who's the one you call Mr. Macho 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 Lead you to a seizure Then fuck your moms, hit the skin to amnesia She don't remember shit Just the two hits Her hittin' the floor And me hittin' the clit Suckin' on the tits Had the hooker beggin' for the dick And your mom said ugly love, my dick got rock quick I guess I was a combination Of House of Payne and Bobby Brown I was humpin' around and jumpin' around After then I asked her who's the man She said B.I.G Then I bust in her E-101 You think you're damn strong You got it goin' on You think you're damn wrong You got it goin' on You think you're damn strong You got it goin' on You think you're damn strong You got it goin' on You think you're damn wrong You think you're damn strong You got it goin' on You think you're damn wrong When I get dusted I like to spread the blood like mustard Trust it, my hardcore rave leaves you rusted Scoop over Lucifer I'm more ruthless Leave you toothless, you're kippin', I flip it Tears don't affect me I hit him with the deck, G disrespect me My potency is deadly I'm shootin' babies, no if, ands or maybes Hit mummy in the tummy 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 Slid him down the back and threw salt in the wound Who you think you're dealin' with? Anybody steppin' to my path is fuckin' feelin' it Hardcore, I got it sucked like a pussy Stab you till you're gushy So please don't push me I'm usin' rubber so they won't trace the semen It's a black demon Got the little hookah screamin' Because you know I love it young Fresh and green With no hand between, know what I mean? I know she in the show You got it goin' on You're dead wrong You're big, you're damn wrong You got it goin' on You're dead wrong I know she in the show You got it goin' on You're dead wrong You're big, you're damn wrong You got it goin' on You're dead wrong There's several different levels The devil worshipin' horsesheds Human sacrifices, cannibalism Candles and exorcism Animals havin' sex with them camels, mammals and rabbits But I don't get into that, I kick the habit I just beat you to death with weapons And eat you to 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 nine 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 this large an arsenal of weapons before Marshal, 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 ceiling, red on the floor Get a new whore, met on the second Read on the third, then she's dead on the fourth I'm dead wrong You got it going on You're good You're son Boom boom bop You're dead wrong City of the strong You got it going on You're dead wrong You're son You got it going on You're dead wrong You're son You got it going on You're dead wrong City of the strong You got it going on You're dead wrong City of the strong You got it going on You're dead wrong