whatchu want (unreleased original version) - the notorious b.i.g. lyrics
[intro: the notorious b.i.g.]
whatchu want n-gg-, whatchu whatchu want n-gg-?
whatchu want n-gg-, whatchu whatchu want n-gg-?
[verse 1: the notorious b.i.g.]
i’m sticking 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-gg- with a 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-s 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, ya die
you the same motherf-cker yelling “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, whatchu want n-gg-?!
[hook: ???, the notorious b.i.g, talking]
whatchu want n-gg-, whatchu whatchu want n-gg-? (x8)
(poppin’ that straight up, n-gg-s really know)
(true hardcore, f-ck is wrong with you?)
(junior m.a.f.i.a)
(ogb)
(50 grand, yeah)
[verse 2: the notorious b.i.g.]
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-gg- damien
pop 19 to my motherf-ckin’ cranium
game tight, gun totin’ motherf-cker
n-gg-s 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-s don’t want the friction
told you before how i bring the drama
slam larry johnson and his grandmama
whatchu want n-gg-?!
[hook: ???]
whatchu want n-gg-, whatchu whatchu want n-gg-? (x8)
[verse 3: the notorious b.i.g.]
f-ck around and feel the fury of a high n-gg-
when i get busy, throw your hands to the sky n-gg-
i got the illest of the ill mentality, n-gg-s be grabbing me
knowing that they’d rather be stabbing me
all up in my back, trying to take my track
when i used to sell crack, i ain’t have problems like that
street rules, watch your pockets and your jewels
a n-gg- front? throw the gat to the fools
tears don’t effect 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 hards start swellin’
keep the nine millimeter by the peter
to k!ll a motherf-cker, don’t a think feel sweeter
oooohh, it make my head hurt, the blood spurt
the robbery expert’s berserk
whatchu want n-gg-?!
[hook: ???]
whatchu want n-gg-, whatchu whatchu want n-gg-?
whatchu want n-gg-, whatchu whatchu want n-gg-?
whatchu want n-gg-, whatchu whatchu want n-gg-?
whatchu want n-gg-, whatchu whatchu want n-gg-?
whatchu want n-gg-, whatchu whatchu want n-gg-?
whatchu want n-gg-, whatchu whatchu want n-gg-?
whatchu want n-gg-, whatchu whatchu want n-gg-?
whatchu want n-gg-, whatchu whatchu want n-gg-?
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