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notorious b i g - whatchu want lyrics

(feat. jay-z)

[big]
throw your hands in the sky, n-gg-
i’m stickin’ ice picks on the tip of ya d-ck
give your t-st-cl-s a swift kick, ain’t that some sh-t?
am i hard hard core, harder than a plymouth
it ain’t no myth, it’s a n-gg- with the spliff
and a chrome four fifth pressed on ya back
so what you want, n-gg-? how you wanna act?
i hope civilized cause i love to see n-gg-z 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-ck with the high guy ya die
yeah the same motherf-cker yellin’ “look up in the sky!”
i’m on some old neck sh-t, suplex sh-t, hardcore s-x sh-t, and tec sh-t

[chorus x4 – big + (girl)]
what you want, n-gg-?
(what you want, n-gg-? what you, what you want n-gg-?
what you want, n-gg-? what you, what you want n-gg-?)

[big]
a repet-tive 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 p-n-s, the cleanest cut
f-ck the sl-ts with the big humongous b-tts
huh, i use a rubber, but
my style is gushy like the hooker’s p-ssy
and it don’t take a lot of back talk to push me
into flamin’ ’em like that little n-gg- damien
pop 19 to my motherf-ckin’ cranium
game tight, gun totin’ motherf-cker
n-gg-z in the grave thought biggie was a sucker
i tricked ’em- i gave ’em work then i sticked ’em
i stripped ’em, cause n-gg-z don’t want the friction
told you before how i bring the dra-ma
slam larry johnson and his grandma-ma

[chorus x4 – big + (girl)]
what you want, n-gg-?
(what you want, n-gg-? what you, what you want n-gg-?
what you want, n-gg-? what you, what you want n-gg-?)

[diddy adlibs]
aye yo
time to bring ’em back
yeah

[jay-z (big)]
it’s the commission, n-gg-z
big lives on
??, brooklyn
uh, uh, uh, uh, let’s go!
it’s f-ckin’ deadly
lucky lefty of the commission, bow down
by now you f-ckers know this is our crown
two uptown bullies, brooklyn biggie
bedstuy hov like bedstuy gold
behold the fly-est (it’s the commission)
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-ckers shoulda never been born, shoulda never got signed
how the f-ck you got on?
how the f-ck you got shawn?
i’m too advanced, the lance armstrong of the dance
rubberband man before ti was
king of new york like bi was
bk all day, it’s in my blood
you wanna see my mask and gloves?
what the f-ck you want?

[chorus x4 – big + (girl)]
what you want, n-gg-?
(what you want, n-gg-? what you, what you want n-gg-?
what you want, n-gg-? what you, what you want n-gg-?)

[diddy]
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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