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You Was Wrong


by Big Pun. Buy album CD: Other Songs 1 - Y


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

[Drag-On]
Aiyyo it's on, I see how niggas didn't learn
You is wrong, thought the fire didn't burn
It's 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, it's 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?
That's means y'all walks for two dicks, so don't be stupid
And make me use one unless you?that bitch?

[Big Pun]
Aiyyo it's one, you thought I was wack
You was wrong, album double plat
Yo it's 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 it's on, from the Bronx where it's at
You was wrong, me and Pun brought it back
Now it's on, stay on with the gat
You was wrong, it's 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 there's money on the block we control that
I got the work in the pot where that stove at
Cook it up 'til it's 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, it's on, though I'd stay on the block
You was wrong, now Remi on the rock
So it's 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
That's 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




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Album: Other Songs 1 - Y Lyrics
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  1. 100 %
  2. Banned From TV
  3. Beware
  4. Boomerang
  5. Brave In The Heart
  6. Capital Punishment
  7. Carribean Connection
  8. Classic Verses
  9. Fast Money
  10. Feelin' So Good
  11. Firewater
  12. Freestyle
  13. Freestyle With Remy Martin
  14. Glamour Life
  15. Heavyweights
  16. How We Roll
  17. I'm Not A Player
  18. John Blaze
  19. Laughing At
  20. Laughing At You
  21. Leather Face
  22. Live At Jimmy's
  23. Livin' La Vida Loca (Remix)
  24. Mamma
  25. Ms. Martin
  26. My Dick
  27. My Turn
  28. My World
  29. New York Giants
  30. Nigga Shit
  31. Off The Books
  32. Off Wit His Head
  33. Parental Discretion
  34. Pina Colada
  35. Punish Me
  36. Sex, Money & Drugs
  37. Still Not A Player
  38. Super Lyrical
  39. The Dream Shatterer
  40. Top Of The World
  41. Tres Leches
  42. Twinz
  43. Uncensored
  44. Watch Those
  45. We Don't Care
  46. Whatcha Gonna Do
  47. Who Is A Thug
  48. Wishful Thinking
  49. Wrong Ones
  50. You Ain't A Killer
  51. You Came Up
  52. You Was Wrong

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