text: Whatchu want nigga, whatchu whatchu want nigga?
  Whatchu want nigga, whatchu whatchu want nigga?
  Im sticking ice picks on the tip of ya dick
  Give your testicles a swift kick, aint that some shit?
  Am I hard hard core? Harder than the Plymouth
  It aint no myth, its 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 hes 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!
  Im on some old neck shit
  Suplex shit, hardcore sex shit
  And TEC shit, whatchu want nigga?!
  Whatchu want nigga, whatchu whatchu want nigga? 
  
  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 hookers pussy
  And it dont 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 dont want the friction
  Told you before how I bring the drama
  Slam Larry Johnson and his Grandmama
  Whatchu want nigga?!
  Whatchu want nigga, whatchu whatchu want nigga? 
  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 theyd rather be stabbing me
  All up in my back, trying to take my track
  When I used to sell crack, I aint have problems like that
  Street rules, watch your pockets and your jewels
  A nigga front? Throw the gat to the fools
  Tears dont 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, dont a think feel sweeter
  Oooohh, it make my head hurt, the blood spurt
  The robbery experts berserk
  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?
  Whatchu want nigga, whatchu whatchu want nigga?