Big Punisher You Was Wrong Feat. Drag-On, Fat Joe & Remy Martin Lyrics

Tile :BIG PUNISHER - You Was Wrong(feat. Drag-On, 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
'Cuz my hand the gun is covered in
Not this range, when I pump this pistol, its very rare I miss it
d___ 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?
Thats means y'all walks for two d___s, so don't be stupid
and make me use one unless you ?that b____?

[Big Pun]
Aiyyo its one, you thought I was wack
You was wrong, album double plat
Yo its on, stop talkin s___
You was wrong, get off my d___

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 b___on
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
d___ 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 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 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, '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 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, 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 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____ wanna 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
Thats for the game, y'all lames just came to first
'Cuz 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, 'cuz you ain't neva rhymed like that
How the f___ you gon' tell me that chick is tight
She ain't 'aight 'cuz she don't write, you wrong

Yeeeeeeeaaaaaaaah Baby