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Throw hands in the sky, nigga

I'm stickin' ice picks on the tip of ya
Give your testicles a swift kick, ain't that some
Am I hardcore, harder than a Plymouth
It no myth, it's a nigga with the spliff

And a four fifth pressed on ya back
So what you want, nigga? How you act?
I hope 'cause I love to see niggaz die
Brains all leakin' out on the

And the preachin', he was a good man
Played the bad man when the burner was in his
Now he's sad songs with Elvis
Three to the head, 'bout six the pelvis

Ya with the high guy, ya die
Yeah, the same motherfucker kickin', up in the sky
I'm on old neck shit
Suplex shit, hardcore sex shit, and Tec

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

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

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

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

A repetitive
All I need to destroy a soloist or
Huh, I put it to ya boy
you got the scoop

Biggie Smalls, the rap
I keep the glock by the penis, the cut
the sluts with the big humongous butts
Huh, I use a rubber, but

My is gushy like the hooker's pussy
And it don't take a lot of talk to push me
Into flamin' 'em like that nigga Damien
Pop 19 to my motherfuckin'
Game tight, gun totin'

Niggaz in the grave Biggie was a sucker
I 'em, I gave 'em work then I sticked 'em
I stripped 'em, 'cause niggaz don't the friction
Told you how I bring the drama
Larry Johnson and his Grand mama

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

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

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

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

Lefty of the Commission, bow down
By now you fuckers this is our crown
Two bullies, Brooklyn Biggie
Bedstuy Hov like Bedstuy

Behold the
Bentley drivers, Louis Vuitton
Jet abusers, sippin' Patruise
Once Upon A Time In America's

You based on us, you
Ya eight's bust, you a constant contradiction
Ladies use contraception
Conception's at a all high with sexin', use protection

You fuckers shoulda been born
Shoulda never got signed, how the you got on?
How the you got Shawn?
I'm too advanced, the Armstrong of the dance

Rubberband man T.I. was
King of New like B.I. was
B.K. all day, in my blood
You wanna see my and gloves?
What the fuck you

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

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

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

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

Two of the world's greatest, Brooklyn's
The lives on, BIG Forever
The Duets, let's go