Whatchu Want Lyrics

Throw your hands in the sky, nigga

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

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

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

Ya f**k with the high guy, ya die
Yeah, the same motherf**ker kickin', look up in the sky
I'm on some old neck shit
Suplex shit, hardcore s*x shit, and Tec shit

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

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

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

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

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

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

My style is gushy like the hooker's pus*y
And it don't take a lot of back talk to push me
Into flamin' 'em like that little nigga Damien
Pop 19 to my motherf**kin' cranium
Game tight, gun totin' motherf**ker

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

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

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

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

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

Lucky Lefty of the Commission, bow down
By now you f**kers know this is our crown
Two Uptown bullies, Brooklyn Biggie
Bedstuy Hov like Bedstuy Gold

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

You based on us, you fiction
Ya eight's don't bust, you a constant contradiction
Ladies please use contraception
Conception's at a all time high with s*xin', use protection

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

Rubberband man before T.I. was
King of New York like B.I. was
B.K. all day, it's in my blood
You wanna see my mask and gloves?
What the f**k you want?

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

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

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

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

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

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