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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 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 civilized 'cause I love to see niggaz die
Brains all out on the street

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

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

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

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

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

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

My style is gushy like the pussy
And it take a lot of back talk to push me
Into flamin' 'em like little nigga Damien
Pop 19 to my motherfuckin'
Game tight, gun totin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

the flyest
Bentley drivers, Louis Vuitton
Jet abusers, sippin' Patruise
Once Upon A Time In muse

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 never born
Shoulda never got signed, how the you got on?
How the you got Shawn?
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, it's in my
You wanna see my and gloves?
What the fuck you

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

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

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, whatchu nigga?)

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