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Throw your hands in the sky,

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

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

Ya fuck with the guy, ya die
Yeah, the same kickin', look up in the sky
I'm on some old shit
shit, hardcore 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, Whatchu, whatchu want nigga?)

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

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

A repetitive
All I to destroy a soloist or group
Huh, I put it to ya boy
you got the scoop

Biggie Smalls, the rap
I keep the by the penis, the cleanest cut
Fuck the sluts with the big 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 little nigga Damien
Pop 19 to my motherfuckin'
Game tight, gun motherfucker

Niggaz in the grave thought Biggie was a
I tricked 'em, I 'em work then I sticked 'em
I stripped 'em, 'cause don't want the friction
Told you before how I the drama
Slam Larry and his Grand mama

want, nigga?
(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?)

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

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

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

Behold the
drivers, Louis Vuitton buyers
Jet fuel abusers, Patruise
Once Upon A Time In muse

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

You fuckers shoulda never been
Shoulda got signed, how the fuck 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, it's in my
You wanna see my mask and
the fuck you want?

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

want, nigga?
(Whatchu want, Whatchu, 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