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Throw your hands in the sky,

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

And a four fifth pressed on ya back
So what you want, How you wanna 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 when the burner was in his
Now he's singin' sad songs Elvis
Three to the head, 'bout six the pelvis

Ya fuck the high 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, whatchu nigga?)

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

Whatchu want,
(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?)

A repetitive
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 talk to push me
Into flamin' 'em like that little nigga
Pop 19 to my motherfuckin'
tight, gun totin' motherfucker

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

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

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

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

Behold the
Bentley drivers, Louis buyers
Jet fuel abusers, 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 time high with sexin', use

You fuckers never 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

man before 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 you want?

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

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

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?)

Two of the greatest, Brooklyn's Finest
The Commission lives on, BIG
The Duets, let's go