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Throw your hands in the sky,

I'm stickin' ice picks on the tip of ya
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 the spliff

And a chrome four pressed on ya back
So you want, nigga? How you wanna act?
I hope civilized 'cause I 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 sad songs with Elvis
Three to the head, 'bout six cross the

Ya fuck the high 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, Whatchu, whatchu want nigga?)
(Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu nigga?)

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

A loop
All I need to a soloist or group
Huh, I put it to ya boy
Hope you got the

Smalls, the rap genius
I the glock by the penis, the cleanest cut
Fuck the with the big humongous butts
Huh, I use a rubber, but

My style is like the hooker's pussy
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 totin'

Niggaz in the grave Biggie was a sucker
I tricked 'em, I gave 'em work I sticked 'em
I 'em, 'cause niggaz don't want the friction
Told you how I bring the drama
Slam Larry and his Grand mama

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

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

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

the flyest
Bentley drivers, Louis Vuitton
Jet abusers, sippin' Patruise
Once 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 with sexin', use protection

You fuckers shoulda never been
never got signed, how the fuck you got on?
How the fuck you got
I'm too advanced, the Lance Armstrong of the

man before T.I. was
King of New like B.I. was
B.K. all day, it's in my
You wanna see my and gloves?
the fuck you want?

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

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

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

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

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