Dead Wrong

You be yellin boom boom
when yah really pum pum
See my flow hotter then noon in june june
If Biggie was alive he sign me
Im the New Edition like Bobby & Ronnie
Just give me the beat & a bottle of Dasani
& I dont need Clyde
Im a boss Fuck a Bonnie
Yah digg?
Religious like the preachers
Came here to warn yah
Listen bitches I'm the teacher
Go sit in the corner
How many Times I gotta spit
Till they noe that I'm the bitch
Im flyer Den a maget
Im on sum shit
1st they love you then they switch
Yea they switch like fagets
Thats why I keep the lama
In Gabana Fabric
Im the shit
Should be in pampers
Like Markie Bizz
Give anybody the business
Like hers or his's
Cuz my flow tighter then them virgin bitches
you noe them asalamlakum dem Persian bitches
& if you miss me I'm swervin 6's
Got damn aint even pregnant but I'm birthin bitches
Cuz I got Flavor like that girl
Delicious
Stop actin Like you a killa with them girly disses bitches
I aint johnny but my my my
she want it with me tell her fi bloodclot try
you aint through I'm the truth you a lie
My whole borough yellin out boom bye bye
cuz when I seen her she was shakin in her boots
When Nicki came thru she was throwin up her duce
Slap her then I asked her wats my name
She said N.I.C
The president of the NYC
Yah dead wrong

These bitches is buns
You got it going on
Aye Yung Nic yah dead wrong

Okay.
Chea!
Dirty money nigga wha?

When I do it it's done & goddid it I won nigga - I'm dead wrong
My nigga patty to the dupe, nigga catty to the coupe nigga chea ya dead wrong
My nigga diggs on the board, Oh lordy on the board nigga ya dead wrong..

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