The Notorious B.I.G. — Whatchu Want

[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.] Whatchu want nigga, whatchu whatchu want nigga? Whatchu want nigga, whatchu whatchu want nigga? [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] I'm sticking 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 nigga with a spliff And a chrome four fifth pressed on ya back So what you want, nigga? How you wanna act? I hope civilized cause I love to see niggas 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 fuck with the high guy, ya die You the same motherfucker yelling "Look up in the sky!" I'm on some old neck shit Suplex shit, hardcore sex shit And TEC shit, whatchu want nigga?! [Hook: ???, The Notorious B.I.G, talking] Whatchu want nigga, whatchu whatchu want nigga? (x8) (Poppin' that straight up, niggas really know) (True hardcore, fuck is wrong with you?) (Junior M.A.F.I.A) (OGB) (50 Grand, yeah) [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] 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 Fuck the sluts with the big humongous butts Huh, I use a rubber, but My style is gushy like the hooker's pussy And it don't take a lot of back talk to push me Into flamin' 'em, like that little nigga Damien Pop 19 to my motherfuckin' cranium Game tight, gun totin' motherfucker 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 drama Slam Larry Johnson and his Grandmama Whatchu want nigga?! [Hook: ???] Whatchu want nigga, whatchu whatchu want nigga? (x8) [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.] Fuck around and feel the fury of a high nigga When I get busy, throw your hands to the sky nigga I got the illest of the ill mentality, niggas 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 nigga 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 kill a motherfucker, don't a think feel sweeter Oooohh, it make my head hurt, the blood spurt The robbery expert's berserk Whatchu want nigga?! [Hook: ???] Whatchu want nigga, whatchu whatchu want nigga? Whatchu want nigga, whatchu whatchu want nigga? Whatchu want nigga, whatchu whatchu want nigga? Whatchu want nigga, whatchu whatchu want nigga? Whatchu want nigga, whatchu whatchu want nigga? Whatchu want nigga, whatchu whatchu want nigga? Whatchu want nigga, whatchu whatchu want nigga? Whatchu want nigga, whatchu whatchu want nigga?