Whatchu Want (The Commission)

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Whatchu Want (The Commission)

Throw your hands in the sky, ni***...

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 hard core? Harder than the Plymouth
It ain't no myth, it's a ni*** with a spliff
And a chrome four fifth pressed on ya back
So what you want, ni***? How you wanna act?
I hope civilized cause I love to see niggas 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*** with the high guy, ya die
Yeah the same motherfuc*** yellin' "Look up in the sky!"
I'm on some old neck shit, Suplex shit, hardcore sex shit, and Tec shit

[Hook X4] BIG + (Girl)
What you want, ni***?
(What you want, ni***? What you, what you want ni***?
What you want, ni***? What you, what you want ni***?)

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
F*** the sluts with the big humongous butts
Huh, I use a rubber, but
My style is gushy like the hooker's pu***
And it don't take a lot of back talk to push me
Into flamin' 'em like that little ni*** Damien
Pop 19 to my motherfuckin' cranium
Game tight, gun totin' motherfuc***
Niggas in the grave thought Biggie was a sucker
I tricked 'em- I gave 'em work then I sticked 'em
I stripped 'em, cause niggas don't want the friction
Told you before how I bring the dra-ma
Slam Larry Johnson and his Grandma-ma

[Hook X4] BIG + (Girl)
What you want, ni***?
(What you want, ni***? What you, what you want ni***?
What you want, ni***? What you, what you want ni***?)

Aye yo
Time to reunite 'em
Yeah

It's the Commission, niggas
B-I-G lives on
No more music, Brooklyn
Uh, uh, uh, uh, Let's go!
It's fuckin' deadly

Lucky Lefty of the Commission, bow down
By now you fuck*** 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 sexin'
Use protection
You fuck*** shoulda never been born, shoulda never got signed
How the f*** you got on?
How the f*** 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*** you want?

[Hook X4] BIG + (Girl)
What you want, ni***?
(What you want, ni***? What you, what you want ni***?
What you want, ni***? What you, what you want ni***?)

Two of the world's greatest
Brooklyn's Finest
The Commission lives on
BIG Forever
The Biggie Duets
Let's go