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Throw hands in the sky, nigga

I'm ice picks on the tip of ya dick
Give your testicles a swift kick, ain't that some
Am I hard hardcore, harder than a
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 'cause I love to see niggaz die
Brains all out on the street

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

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

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

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(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 a soloist or group
Huh, I put it to ya boy
you got the scoop

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lucky of the Commission, bow down
By now you fuckers know this is our
Two Uptown bullies, Biggie
Bedstuy Hov like Gold

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Two of the greatest, Brooklyn's Finest
The lives on, BIG Forever
The Biggie Duets, go