text: Throw your hands in the sky, nigga
  Im stickin 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 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 hes singin sad songs with Elvis
  Three to the head, bout six cross the pelvis
  You fuck with the high guy, ya die
  Yeah the same motherfucker yellin 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?
  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?
  Uh, uh
  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
  Glock 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 dra-ma
  Slam Larry Johnson and his Grandma-ma
  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?
  Aye yo
  Time to reunite em
  Yeah
  Its the Commission, niggas
  B-I-G lives on
  No more music, Brooklyn
  Uh, uh, uh, uh, Lets go!
  Its fuckin deadly
  Lucky Lefty of the Commission, bow down
  By now you fuckers know this is our crown
  Bucktown bullies, Brooklyn Biggie
  Bedstuy Hov like Bedstuy Gold
  Behold the fly-est 
  Bentley drivers, Louis Vuitton buyers
  Jet fuel abusers, sippin Petrus
  Once Upon A Time In Americas muse
  You based on us, you fiction
  Ya eights dont bust, you a constant contradiction
  Ladies please use contraception
  Conceptions at a all time high with sexin
  Use protection
  You fuckers shoulda never been born, shoulda never got signed
  How the fuck you got on?
  How the fuck you got Shawn?
  Im 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, its in my blood
  You wanna see my mask and gloves?
  What the fuck you want?
  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?
  Two of the worlds greatest
  Brooklyns Finest
  The Commission lives on
  B.I.G. Forever
  The Biggie Duets
  Lets go