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Throw your in the sky, nigga

I'm stickin' ice on the tip of ya dick
Give your testicles a swift kick, ain't that shit?
Am I hard hardcore, than a Plymouth
It ain't no myth, it's a nigga the spliff

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

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

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

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, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu nigga?)

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

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

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

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

Niggaz in the grave Biggie was a sucker
I tricked 'em, I gave 'em then I sticked 'em
I stripped 'em, niggaz don't want the friction
you before how I bring the drama
Slam Larry Johnson and his Grand

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

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

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

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

Lucky Lefty of the Commission, bow
By now you know this is our crown
Two Uptown bullies, Brooklyn
Bedstuy Hov like Bedstuy

Behold the
drivers, Louis Vuitton buyers
Jet fuel abusers, Patruise
Upon A Time In America's muse

You based on us, you
Ya eight's don't bust, you a contradiction
please use contraception
Conception's at a all high with sexin', use protection

You fuckers never been born
Shoulda got signed, how the fuck 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 York B.I. was
B.K. all day, it's in my
You wanna see my and gloves?
What the fuck you

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

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

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

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

Two of the world's greatest, Brooklyn's
The Commission lives on, BIG
The Biggie Duets, go