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Throw your in the sky, nigga

I'm ice picks on the tip of ya dick
Give your testicles a swift kick, ain't some shit?
Am I hardcore, harder 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 wanna
I hope civilized 'cause I to see niggaz die
Brains all out on the street

And the pastor preachin', he was a man
Played the bad man when the burner was in his
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 old neck shit
shit, hardcore sex shit, and Tec shit

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

want, nigga?
(Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu nigga?)
(Whatchu want, Whatchu, 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 glock by the penis, the cut
Fuck the sluts with the big butts
Huh, I use a rubber, but

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

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

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

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

Whatchu want,
(Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu 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 know this is our crown
Two Uptown bullies, Biggie
Bedstuy Hov like Bedstuy

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

You based on us, you
Ya eight's don't bust, you a constant
Ladies use contraception
Conception's at a all time high with sexin', use

You fuckers shoulda 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 like B.I. was
B.K. all day, it's in my
You wanna see my mask and
What the you want?

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

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

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