Whatchu Want lyrics

[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Whatchu want n*gga, whatchu whatchu want n*gga?
Whatchu want n*gga, whatchu whatchu want n*gga?

[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
I'm sticking ice picks on the tip of ya di*k
Give your testicles a swift kick, ain't that some sh*t?
Am I hard hard core? Harder than the Plymouth
It ain't no myth, it's a n*gga with a spliff
And a chrome four fifth pressed on ya 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, ya die
You the same motherf*cker yelling "Look up in the sky!"
I'm on some old neck sh*t
Suplex sh*t, hardcore sex sh*t
And TEC sh*t, whatchu want n*gga?!

[Hook: ???, The Notorious B.I.G, talking]
Whatchu want n*gga, whatchu whatchu want n*gga? (x8)
(Poppin' that straight up, n*ggas really know)
(True hardcore, f*ck is wrong with you?)
(Junior M.A.F.I.A)
(OGB)
(50 Grand, yeah)
[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]
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 p*nis
The cleanest cut, f*ck the 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 back talk to push me
Into flamin' 'em, like that little n*gga Damien
Glock 19 to my motherf*ckin' cranium
Game tight, gun totin' 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
Whatchu want n*gga?!

[Hook: ???]
Whatchu want n*gga, whatchu whatchu want n*gga? (x8)

[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.]
f*ck around and feel the fury of a high n*gga
When I get busy, throw your hands to the sky n*gga
I got the illest of the ill mentality, n*ggas be grabbing me
Knowing that they'd rather be stabbing me
All up in my back, trying to take my track
When I used to sell crack, I ain't have problems like that
Street rules, watch your pockets and your jewels
A n*gga front? Throw the gat to the fools
Tears don't 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 motherf*cker, don't a thing feel sweeter
Oooohh, it make my head hurt, the blood spurt
The robbery expert's berserk
Whatchu want n*gga?!
[Hook: ???]
Whatchu want n*gga, whatchu whatchu want n*gga?
Whatchu want n*gga, whatchu whatchu want n*gga?
Whatchu want n*gga, whatchu whatchu want n*gga?
Whatchu want n*gga, whatchu whatchu want n*gga?
Whatchu want n*gga, whatchu whatchu want n*gga?
Whatchu want n*gga, whatchu whatchu want n*gga?
Whatchu want n*gga, whatchu whatchu want n*gga?
Whatchu want n*gga, whatchu whatchu want n*gga?