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

[verse 1]
i’m sticking ice picks on the tip of your d*ck
give your t*st*cl*s a swift kick, ain’t that some sh*t?
am i hard hardcore? harder than the plymouth
it ain’t no myth, it’s a n*gga with a spliff
and a chrome four fifth pressed on your back
so what you want, n*gga? how you wanna act?
i hope civilized ’cause i love to see n*ggas die
brains all leaking out on the street
and the pastor preaching, “he was a good man.”
played the bad man when the burner was in his hand
now he’s singing sad songs with elvis
three to the head, ’bout six ‘cross the pelvis
you f*ck with the high guy, you die
you’re the same motherf*cker kicking, “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]
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]
a repetitive loop all i need to destroy
a soloist or group, huh, i put it to you 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 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 backtalk to push me
into flaming ’em like that little n*gga damien
glock 19 to my motherf*cking cranium
game tight, gun toting 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 drama
slam larry johnson and his grandmama

[chorus]
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 3]
f*ck around and feel the fury of a high n*gga
when i get busy, throw your hands in the sky n*gga
i got he illest of the ill mentality
n*ggas be grabbing me knowing that they’d rather be stabbing me
all up in my back tryna take my crack
when i used to sell crack i never had problems like that
street rules, watch your pockets and your jewels
n*ggas front, the the gat to the fools
tears don’t affect me, i hit ’em with the tec, g
disrespect me, my potency is deadly
once the venom hits the cerebellum
my lips get chapped and my hands start swelling
keep the 9 millimeter by the feeder
to k!ll a motherf*cker, don’t a thing feel sweeter
oh my head hurt, the blood squirt
the robbery expert’s berserk
whatchu want, n*gga?

- the notorious b i g lyrics

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