Whatchu Want (Original Version) lyrics

[Verse 1]
I'm sticking ice picks on the tip of your di*k
Give your testicles a swift kick, ain't that some sh*t?
Am I hard hardcore? Harder than the Plymouth
It ain't no myth, it's a n*gga with a spliff
And a chrome four fifth pressed on your back
So what you want, n*gga? How you wanna act?
I hope civilized 'cause I love to see n*ggas 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 f*ck with the high guy, you die
You're the same motherf*cker kicking, "Look up in the sky!"
I'm on some old neck sh*t, suplex sh*t
Hardcore sex sh*t and TEC sh*t

[Chorus]
Whatchu want, n*gga?
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Whatchu want, n*gga? Whatchu, whatchu want, n*gga?
[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 p*nis
The cleanest cut, f*ck sl*ts with the big humongous butts
Huh, I use a rubber, but
My style is gushy like the hooker's pus*y
And it don't take a lot of backtalk to push me
Into flaming 'em like that little n*gga Damien
Glock 19 to my motherf*cking cranium
Game tight, gun toting motherf*cker
n*ggas in the grave thought Biggie was a sucker
I tricked 'em, I gave 'em work then I sticked 'em
I stripped 'em 'cause n*ggas don't want the friction
Told you before how I bring the drama
Slam Larry Johnson and his Grandmama

[Chorus]
Whatchu want, n*gga?
Whatchu want, n*gga? Whatchu, whatchu want, n*gga?
Whatchu want, n*gga? Whatchu, whatchu want, n*gga?
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Whatchu want, n*gga? Whatchu want, n*gga? Whatchu, whatchu want, n*gga?
Whatchu want, n*gga? Whatchu, whatchu want, n*gga?
[Verse 3]
f*ck around and feel the fury of a high n*gga
When I get busy, throw your hands in the sky n*gga
I got he illest of the ill mentality
n*ggas 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
n*ggas 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 motherf*cker, don't a thing feel sweeter
Oh my head hurt, the blood squirt
The robbery expert's berserk
Whatchu want, n*gga?

[Chorus]
Whatchu want, n*gga?
Whatchu want, n*gga? Whatchu, whatchu want, n*gga?
Whatchu want, n*gga? Whatchu, whatchu want, n*gga?
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Whatchu want, n*gga? Whatchu, whatchu want, n*gga?