Big Pun, Remy Ma, Fat Joe - You Was Wrong lyrics

What? T-S nigga
Y'all don't know?

Aiyyo it's 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 your 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 breathe
The last nigga you wish you shoulda believed
And Drag move quick
Blend right in the 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's damn near on your lips
Y'all keep talkin like y'all
Teflon with no weap-ons
Nigga I'm pumpin my raw
I ain't thugging 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 not a bitch

Aiyyo it's on, 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 or deny Big Pun
The undoubtable
The only rapper that'll pull out a gun
And slap the shit outta you
You can't tell me nothing
I'll clonk you and stomp out ya belly button
I'm too violent for this rap shit
I should be out somehwere killin somethin'
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, rudeboy
What the bomboclaat?
On your mark get ready, run
I'm sparkin' everyone
Don't wanna 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?

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 'till it's rock, get my dough back
You niggas so wack, tryna 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 nobody 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

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'mma spit some sicker shit
Ridiculous, I reminisce and blaze the track
Type of shit make a nigga wanna play it back
Y'all hatin' that
But I'mma make 'em all believers fuck hot
I'mma come and straight drop a fever
Cop a heater, turn around and pop your leader
And for the followers
I'mma 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 never 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