You Was Wrong Lyrics - Big Punisher

What? 

T-S nigga 

Y'all don't know? 

Ai yo its 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 

Ai yo, 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 

Thats means y'all walks for two dicks, so don't be stupid 

And make me use one unless you, that bitch 

Ai yo its one, you thought I was wack 

You was wrong, album double plat 

Yo its on, stop talkin' shit 

You was wrong, get off my dick 

How dare you doubt on the [Incomprehensible]? 

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 somewhere 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, 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 bitch 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 its on from the Bronx where it's 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 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 '92 I've been proving that y'all niggas was wrong 

Ai yo, 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 niggas, that I was the sickest bitch 

And everytime you spit, I'ma spit some sicker shit 

Ridiculous, I reminisce 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 

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 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 

Baby