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the notorious b.i.g. - whatchu want (the commission) lyrics

[intro: the notorious b.i.g.]
throw your hands in the sky, n-gga

[verse 1: the notorious b.i.g.]
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 the plymouth
it ain’t no myth, it’s a n-gga with a spliff
and a chrome four fifth pressed on ya back
so what you want, n-gga? how you wanna act?
i hope civilized cause i love to see n-ggas 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
you 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: the notorious b.i.g. & girl]
whatchu want, n-gga?
whatchu want, n-gga? whatchu, whatchu want, n-gga?
whatchu want, n-gga? whatchu, whatchu want, n-gga?
whatchu want, n-gga? whatchu want, n-gga? whatchu, whatchu want, n-gga?
whatchu want, n-gga? whatchu, whatchu want, n-gga?
whatchu want, n-gga? whatchu want, n-gga? whatchu, whatchu want, n-gga?
whatchu want, n-gga? whatchu, whatchu want, n-gga?
whatchu want, n-gga? whatchu want, n-gga? whatchu, whatchu want, n-gga?
whatchu want, n-gga? whatchu, whatchu want, n-gga?

[verse 2: the notorious b.i.g.]
uh, uh
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 g*nius
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-gga damien
pop 19 to my motherf-ckin’ cranium
game tight, gun totin’ motherf-cker
n-ggas in the grave thought biggie was a sucker
i tricked ’em- i gave ’em work then i sticked ’em
i stripped ’em, ’cause n-ggas don’t want the friction
told you before how i bring the dra-ma
slam larry johnson and his grandma-ma

[diddy]
aye yo
time to reunite ’em
yeah

[verse 3: jay z (the notorious b.i.g.)]
it’s the commission, n-ggas
b-i-g lives on
no more music, 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
bucktown bullies, brooklyn biggie
bedstuy hov like bedstuy gold
behold the fly-est (the commission)
bentley drivers, louis vuitton buyers
jet fuel abusers, sippin’ petrus
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 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-ck you want?

[outro: diddy]
two of the world’s greatest
brooklyn’s finest
the commission lives on
big forever
the biggie duets
let’s go

- the notorious b i g lyrics

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