Whatchu Want (feat. Jay-Z and Notorious B.I.G.) [The Commission]

Throw your hands in the sky, ****

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

Give your testicles a swift kick

Ain't that some shit?

Am I hard hard core?

Harder than the Plymouth?

It ain't no myth, it's a **** with a spliff

And a chrome four-fifth, pressed on your back

So whatchu want, ****, how you wanna act?

I hope civilized 'cause I love to see **** die

Brains all leaking 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 want some old neck shit, suplex shit

Hardcore sex shit, and tech shit

Whatchu want, ****?

(Whatchu want, ****? Whatchu, whatchu want, ****?)

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(Whatchu want, ****? Whatchu, whatchu want, ****?)

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(Whatchu want, ****? Whatchu, whatchu want, ****?)

All repetitive blue, all I need to destroy the solo, it's thug-proof

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 humungous butt, ha

I use a rubber, but, my style is gushy like a hooker's pussy

And it don't take a lot of back talk to push me into blaming 'em

Like the little ****, Damian, Glock .19 to my motherfucking cranium

Gang tight gun toting motherfucker

**** in the play thought that Biggie was a sucker

I tricked them, I gave them work then I sticked them, I stripped them

'Cause **** don't want the friction

Told you before how I bring the drama

Slam Larry Johnson and his grandmama

Whatchu want, ****?

(Whatchu want, ****? Whatchu, whatchu want, ****?)

(Whatchu want, ****? Whatchu, whatchu want, ****?)

(Whatchu want, ****? Whatchu, whatchu want, ****?)

(Whatchu want, ****? Whatchu, whatchu want, ****?) Time to reunite

(Whatchu want, ****? Whatchu, whatchu want, ****?) Let's commission this

(Whatchu want, ****? Whatchu, whatchu want, ****?) B.I.G. lives on

(Whatchu want, ****? Whatchu, whatchu want, ****?) Uh, uh

Fucking telly, lucky lab the commission

Bow down, by now, you fuckers know this is our crown

Uptown bullies, Brooklyn Biggie, that's the whole black pet star Kobe

All the flyers (The commissioner, commissioner)

Bentley drivers, Louis Vuitton buyers, jet fuel abusers

Sipping Pétrus, once upon a time in America's muse

You based on us, you fiction, you eight stone bus

You a constant contradiction, beg us please use contraception

Deception's at an all time high when sexing

Use protection, fucker should have never been born

Shoulda never have got signed, how the fuck you got on?

How the fuck you got Shawn, I'm too advanced, the Lance Armstrong of the dance

Rubber band man before T.I. was

King of New York like B.I. was

B.K. y'all day, it's in my blood

You wanna see my mask and glove?

What the fuck you want?

(Whatchu want, ****? Whatchu, whatchu want, ****?)

(Whatchu want, ****? Whatchu, whatchu want, ****?)

(Whatchu want, ****? Whatchu, whatchu want, ****?)

(Whatchu want, ****? Whatchu, whatchu want, ****?)

(Whatchu want, ****? Whatchu, whatchu want, ****?)

(Whatchu want, ****? Whatchu, whatchu want, ****?)

(Whatchu want, ****? Whatchu, whatchu want, ****?)

(Whatchu want, ****? Whatchu, whatchu want, ****?)

Two of the world's greatest

Brooklyn's finest

The commission lives on

B.I.G. forever

The Biggie duets, let's go