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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 hard hardcore, harder 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 wanna
I hope civilized 'cause I love to see die
Brains all out on the street

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

Ya with the high guy, ya die
Yeah, the same motherfucker kickin', 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, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu nigga?)

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

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

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

A repetitive
All I need to destroy a 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
the sluts with the big humongous butts
Huh, I use a rubber, but

My style is gushy like the hooker's
And it take a lot of back talk to push me
flamin' '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, niggaz don't want the friction
you before how I bring the drama
Slam Larry Johnson and his Grand

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

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

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

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

Lefty of the Commission, bow down
By now you fuckers this is our crown
Two Uptown bullies, Biggie
Bedstuy Hov Bedstuy Gold

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

You on us, you fiction
Ya eight's don't bust, you a contradiction
Ladies please use
at a all time high with sexin', use protection

You fuckers shoulda been born
Shoulda got signed, how the fuck you got on?
How the fuck you got
I'm too advanced, the Armstrong 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 mask and
What the fuck you

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?)

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

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

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