You Was Wrong (featuring Drag On, Fat Joe, and Remi Martin) (Explict) (Feat. Dragon, Fat Joe & Remi Martin)

"[Drag-On] What? T-S n**** y'all don't know? [Drag-On] Aiyyo its on, I see how n****s 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, n**** 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 n**** to see you bleed, the last n**** to see you breath The last n**** 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 s*** is my wrist 'cause 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 N**** I'm pumpin my four, I ain't throwin no more Nowadays n****s 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 b**** [Big Pun] Aiyyo it's one, you thought I was wack You was wrong, album double plat Yo its on, stop talkin s*** 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 s*** 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 s***, I should be out somehwere killin som'thin Too quick to blast, some n****s talk s*** and dash But I really will KICK YOUR A** Juggernaut, I don't care if you a thug or not I'll get Jamaican on ya a**, 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 s*** where I eat F*** you n****, literally Dick in your cheeks, you rich in the street But I'm still gon' hit cha'll n****s 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 n****, 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 f*** want beef with Joe Crack Make your body fold back Lift his soul with the chrome mack I don't chat on the phone, 'cause 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 its wack, get my dough back You n****s 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, n****s 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 c*** my nine, pop ya spine Neva did believe in the Don's Since ninety-two I've been proving that y'all n****s 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 n****s, that I was the sickest b**** And everytime you spit, I'ma spit some sicker s*** Ridicoulous, I reminise when I blaze the track Tight s***, make a n**** want to play ya back I'm hatin that, but I'ma make 'em all believers F*** 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 'cause I ain't neva heard a b**** straight flame a verse I blame the church, how God let you lie like that Who scribed you for, 'cause you ain't neva rhymed like that How the f*** you gon' tell me that chick is tight She ain't 'aight 'cause she don't write, you wrong Yeeeeeeeaaaaaaaah Baby "