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Throw your hands in the sky,

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

And a chrome four fifth pressed on ya
So you want, nigga? How you wanna act?
I hope civilized 'cause I love to see die
all leakin' out on the street

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

Ya fuck the high guy, ya die
Yeah, the motherfucker kickin', look 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, Whatchu, whatchu want nigga?)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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
you before how I bring the drama
Slam Johnson and his Grand mama

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

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

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

the flyest
Bentley drivers, Louis buyers
Jet fuel abusers, Patruise
Upon A Time In America's muse

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

You shoulda never been born
Shoulda got signed, how the fuck you got on?
How the you got Shawn?
I'm too advanced, the Lance of the dance

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

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

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

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

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

Two of the world's greatest, Brooklyn's
The Commission on, BIG Forever
The Duets, let's go