THE NOTORIOUS B.I.G. - What You Want lyrics

rate me

Give your testicles a swift kick, ain't that some shit

I'm hard, hardcore

Harder than the Plymouth

It ain't no myth, it's a nigga with a spliff

And a chrome four-fifth, pressed on your 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 pastors preaching, he was a good man

Played the bad man when the burner was in his hand

Now he singing sad songs with Elvis

Three to the head, about six cross the pelvis

You fuck with the high guy you die

Yeah the same motherfucker thinking look up in the sky

I'm on some Old Neck shit, Suplex shit, hardcore sex shit and Tec shit

What you want nigga

[Hook]

What you want nigga

[Verse 2]

A repetitive loop, all I need destroy soloist or group

I put it to you, boy, oh you got the scoop

Biggie Smalls the rap genius

I keep the Glock by the penis

The cleanest cut

Fuck sluts with the big humongous butts

I use a rubber but my style is gushy

Like a hooker's pussy

And it don't take a lot of backtalk to push me

Into flaming them like that little nigga Damien

Glock 19 to my motherfucking cranium

Game tight gun toting motherfucker

Niggas in the grave thought Biggie was a sucker

I tricked them, I gave them work then I sticked them

I stripped them because niggas don't watch the friction

Told you before how I bring the drama

Slam Larry Johnson and his grandma-ma, what you want nigga

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Jay-Z]

Lucky Lefty and the Commission

Bow down by now you fuckers

Know this is our crown

Uptown bullies, Brooklyn Biggie

Bed-Stuy Hov, like Bed-Stuy Gold

Behold the flyest, Bentley drivers

Louis Vuitton buyers, jet fuel abusers

Sipping Petrus, once-upon-a-time-in-America music

You based on us, you fiction

Your eights don't bust

You're a constant contradiction

Ladies, please use contraception

Deception is at an all time high

When sexing, use protection

You fuckers should've never been born

Should've never been signed

How the fuck you got on

How the fuck you got Shawn

I'm too advanced, the Lance Armstrong of the dance

Rubber band man before TI was

King of New York like BI- was

BK all day, it's in my blood

You wanna see my mask and gloves