Dead Wrong

You be yellin boom boom when ya really poom poom
You might flow hotter than noon in june june
If Biggie was alive he’d sign me
I’m the New Edition like Bobby and Ronnie
Just give me the beat and a bottle of Dasani
And I don’t need Clyde I’m a boss fuck a Bonnie, ya dig
Religious like the preacher I came to warn ya
Listen bitches I’m the teacher go sit in the corner
How many times I gotta spit til’ they know that I’m the bitch
I’m flyer than a maggot I’m on some shit
First they love you then they switch, then they switch like faggots
This is why I keep the llama in gabani fabrics
I’m the shit should be I’m pampers like marki bizzes
Give anybody the business like hers and hises
My flow tighter than them virgen bitches
You know them asalamalakem them persian bitches
And if you miss me I’m swirvin sixes
Goddam ain’t even pregnant but I’m birthin bitches
I got flavor like that girl deelishis
Stop actin like you a killer with all them girly disses bitches
I ain’t grimy but my my ma-hhhy
She want it with me tell her blood clot tryyy
You ain’t thoro I’m the truth you a lie
My whole borough yellin out boom bye bye
Cause when I seen her she was shakin in her boots
When nick came through she was throwin up the duece
Slapped her then I asked her what’s my name
She said nic the president of the nyc ya dead wrong