Whatchu Want (Original Version)

[Verse 1]

I'm sticking ice picks on the tip of your dick

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

Am I 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 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, you die

You're the same motherfucker kicking, "Look up in the sky!"

I'm on some old neck shit, suplex shit

Hardcore sex shit and TEC shit

[Chorus]

Whatchu want, nigga?

Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga?

Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga?

Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga?

Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga?

Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga?

Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga?

Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga?

Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga?

[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 genius

I keep the Glock by the penis

The cleanest cut, fuck 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 backtalk to push me

Into flaming 'em 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 '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

[Chorus]

Whatchu want, nigga?

Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga?

Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga?

Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga?

Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga?

Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga?

Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga?

Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga?

Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga?

[Verse 3]

Fuck around and feel the fury of a high nigga

When I get busy, throw your hands in the sky nigga

I got he illest of the ill mentality

Niggas 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

Niggas 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 kill a motherfucker, don't a thing feel sweeter

Oh my head hurt, the blood squirt

The robbery expert's berserk

Whatchu want, nigga?

[Chorus]

Whatchu want, nigga?

Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga?

Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga?

Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga?

Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga?

Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga?

Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga?

Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga?

Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga?