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Whatchu Want

Throw your hands in the sky, nigga

I'm stickin' ice picks on the tip of ya dick

Give your testicles a swift kick, ain't that some shit?

Am I hard hardcore, harder than a Plymouth

It ain't no myth, it's a nigga with the spliff

And a chrome four fifth pressed on ya back

So what you want, nigga? How you wanna act?

I hope civilized 'cause I love to see niggaz die

Brains all leakin' out on the street

And the pastor preachin', he was a good man

Played the bad man when the burner was in his hand

Now he's singin' sad songs with Elvis

Three to the head, 'bout six cross the pelvis

Ya fuck with the high guy, ya die

Yeah, the same motherfucker kickin', look up in the sky

I'm on some old neck shit

Suplex shit, hardcore sex shit, and Tec shit

Whatchu want, nigga?

(Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want nigga?)

(Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want nigga?)

Whatchu want, nigga?

(Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want nigga?)

(Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want nigga?)

Whatchu want, nigga?

(Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want nigga?)

(Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want nigga?)

Whatchu want, nigga?

(Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want nigga?)

(Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want nigga?)

A repetitive loop

All I need to destroy a soloist or group

Huh, I put it to ya boy

Hope you got the scoop

Biggie Smalls, the rap genius

I keep the glock by the penis, the cleanest cut

Fuck the sluts with the big humongous butts

Huh, I use a rubber, but

My style is gushy like the hooker's pussy

And it don't take a lot of back talk to push me

Into flamin' 'em like that little nigga Damien

Pop 19 to my motherfuckin' cranium

Game tight, gun totin' motherfucker

Niggaz in the grave thought Biggie was a sucker

I tricked 'em, I gave 'em work then I sticked 'em

I stripped 'em, 'cause niggaz don't want the friction

Told you before how I bring the drama

Slam Larry Johnson and his Grand mama

Whatchu want, nigga?

(Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want nigga?)

(Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want nigga?)

Whatchu want, nigga?

(Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want nigga?)

(Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want nigga?)

Whatchu want, nigga?

(Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want nigga?)

(Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want nigga?)

Whatchu want, nigga?

(Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want nigga?)

(Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want nigga?)

Lucky Lefty of the Commission, bow down

By now you fuckers know this is our crown

Two Uptown bullies, Brooklyn Biggie

Bedstuy Hov like Bedstuy Gold

Behold the flyest

Bentley drivers, Louis Vuitton buyers

Jet fuel abusers, sippin' Patruise

Once Upon A Time In America's muse

You based on us, you fiction

Ya eight's don't bust, you a constant contradiction

Ladies please use contraception

Conception's at a all time high with sexin', use protection

You fuckers shoulda never been born

Shoulda never got signed, how the fuck you got on?

How the fuck you got Shawn?

I'm too advanced, the Lance Armstrong of the dance

Rubberband man before T.I. was

King of New York like B.I. was

B.K. all day, it's in my blood

You wanna see my mask and gloves?

What the fuck you want?

Whatchu want, nigga?

(Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want nigga?)

(Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want nigga?)

Whatchu want, nigga?

(Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want nigga?)

(Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want nigga?)

Whatchu want, nigga?

(Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want nigga?)

(Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want nigga?)

Whatchu want, nigga?

(Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want nigga?)

(Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want nigga?)

Two of the world's greatest, Brooklyn's Finest

The Commission lives on, BIG Forever

The Biggie Duets, let's go

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