Throw your hands in the sky, nigga      I'm stickin' ice picks on the tip of ya dick   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 fuck with the high guy, ya die   Yeah, the same motherfucker kickin', look up in the sky   I'm on some old neck shit   Suplex shit, hardcore sex 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   Fuck the sluts with the big humongous butts   Huh, I use a rubber, but      My style is gushy like the hooker's pussy   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 motherfuckin' cranium   Game tight, gun totin' motherfucker      Niggaz in the grave thought Biggie was a sucker   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 fuckers 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 sexin', use protection      You fuckers shoulda never been born   Shoulda never got signed, how the fuck you got on?   How the fuck 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 fuck 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