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Throw hands in the sky, nigga

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

And a chrome four fifth on ya back
So what you want, nigga? How you act?
I hope civilized 'cause I love to see die
all leakin' 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 sad songs with Elvis
Three to the head, 'bout six the pelvis

Ya fuck the high guy, ya die
Yeah, the motherfucker 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, nigga? Whatchu, want nigga?)

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

A loop
All I need to destroy a soloist or
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 sluts 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 back to push me
Into flamin' 'em like that nigga Damien
Pop 19 to my cranium
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 the friction
Told you before how I the drama
Slam Larry Johnson and his Grand

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

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

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

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

You based on us, you
Ya eight's don't bust, you a constant
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 fuck you got
I'm too advanced, the Lance of the dance

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

want, nigga?
(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?)

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, want nigga?)

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