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Throw your hands in the sky,

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

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

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

Ya fuck with the guy, ya die
Yeah, the same kickin', look up in the sky
I'm on some old neck
shit, hardcore sex shit, and Tec shit

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

want, nigga?
(Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, want nigga?)
(Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu 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 take a lot of back talk to push me
Into 'em like that little nigga Damien
Pop 19 to my motherfuckin'
tight, gun totin' motherfucker

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

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

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

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

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

You on us, you fiction
Ya eight's bust, you a constant contradiction
Ladies please use
Conception's at a all high with sexin', use protection

You fuckers shoulda been born
Shoulda got signed, how the fuck you got on?
How the you got Shawn?
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 see my mask and gloves?
What the fuck you

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

Whatchu want,
(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?)

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

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