(featuring X1)
and X1] Watchu want? Watchu Watchu want?
Watchu want? Watchu want? I could get Watchu want? Watchu want? Watchu want? ....I it all Watchu want? Yo Yo ....I want everything.... I want Yo Yo Sticky ...X1 Wha! ..Official Nas Yo Yo Yo
Sticky and X1] I want the coke spots cartell the blocks
I want mad four 5's and magnums I want my own club mad dough wit no I a dumb chick carry work or bust trips I want my own hood to boulevards I wanna wild out smoke blunts and hard I want more clothes ill and wardrobes
I your ice, your wife, or your life
Yo Yo....The line is I everything the credit cards to the wedding ring Outta state strips have to be basic
98 percent shit they could fiend shit face it X1 no doubt Im way I need weed spots at 2 on each block You got 1s I got big in my knot How bout a drop top cranberry six wit dish Whore wit nothin but cheap chicks
Now peep this I wanna be Its no secret, but I was known as a thief I in on every crack sold in da street
Holdin' da heat on top till Im old wit no Blast 3 through your its hard killin me I love artillery ap 1's is my specialty I want ya'll to know Fuck ya'll niggas if you feelin' me
[Chorus: and X1] I want drop tops, chop shops, and pay I wanna lay low wit on pay roll
I want the ill 5 g's off 10 grams I hydro 5 pounds in garbage cans
I want a bad bitch fat ass with no I want 2 of dem' witout no draws I want phones, fast cars, and mad chrome I want a crack house so fiends black out
[Sticky I want a hundred mil tax in big unmarked bills If I dont get it, tampons for the blood spill I just want pull da trigger for the of the thrill
I want battle niggas for they publishin' deals Im greedy, selfish, I this shit Want a different burner everyday to my fear, What
Meet Janet and Jennifer to have a Fall out gettin don't wake up till 3 sumthin Want beef? nigga we go squeeze nines Till you dead or wavin white and peace signs
Want all my niggas that got strikes three times And so much ice on my I could freeze time You violate, you get clapped in da Big and Machiavelli to come back from the dead Want that coupe, chromed out platinum, (backround: whatchu mean?) am i sayin', I got one
[Chorus: and X1] I want more tecks, your presidential I want 9 lives, you gotta kill me 9 I air play, from New York To L.A. I wanna murder shit, get caught and get away it
I want the good weed, green with no seeds I wanna e-class, rob banks wit ski I the basics, ice chains and bracelets, I want necklace, the keys to your lexus I wanna hotel, strictly for dope I want Bo guard, max out gold card
I wanna hit stars, spend in strip bars
I wanna crime spree, off sky free I want sums, cds and trust funds I want your wack rappers to stop biten my I want your props, I your whole crew not, I want you punk niggas, just to get off my
What! What!
want? What! What! What! Watchu want? Watchu want? Watchu want? Watchu want? I it all... Watchu want? I everything... want?.. I want the whole fuckin know wat I'm sayin?.....