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Song title: Big Punisher - You Was Wrong (feat. Drag-On, Fat Joe & Remi Martin)

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[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