The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on
You're dead wrong

Relax and take notes, while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke
Throw you in a choke, gun smoke, gun smoke
Biggie Smalls for mayor, the rap slayer
The hooker layer, ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ say your prayers
Hail Mary full of grace, smack the ♥♥♥♥♥ in the face
Take her Gucci bag and the North Face
Off her back, jab her if she act
Funny with the money oh you got me mistaken honey
I don't wanna rape ya, I just want the paper
The Visa, capeesha? I'm out like, "The Vapors"
Who's the one you call Mr. Macho, the head honcho
Swift fist like Camacho, I got so
Much style I should be down wit the Stylistics
Make up to break up ♥♥♥♥♥♥ need to wake up
Smell the Indonesia, beat you to a seizure
Then ♥♥♥♥ your moms, hit the skins to amnesia
She don't remember ♥♥♥♥! Just the two hits!
Her hittin' the floor, and me hittin' the clit'
Suckin' on the tits! Had the hooker beggin' for the ♥♥♥♥
And your moms ain't ugly love, my ♥♥♥♥ got rock quick
I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and Bobby Brown
I was "Humpin' Around" and "Jump-in Around"
Jacked her then I asked her who's the man, she said, "B-I-G"
Then I bust in her E-Y-E (Yo Big, you're dead wrong)

The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on
You're dead wrong