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Throw your hands in the sky,

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

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

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

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

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

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

Smalls, the rap genius
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 hooker's
And it don't take a lot of back to push me
Into flamin' 'em like that nigga Damien
Pop 19 to my motherfuckin'
Game tight, gun motherfucker

in the grave thought Biggie was a sucker
I tricked 'em, I gave 'em work I sticked 'em
I stripped 'em, 'cause niggaz don't the friction
Told you before how I 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, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu nigga?)
(Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, want nigga?)

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

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

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

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

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

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

man before T.I. was
King of New York B.I. was
B.K. all day, it's in my
You wanna see my mask and
What the fuck you

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

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

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

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

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