What You Want Lyrics & Tabs by The Notorious B.I.G. feat. Jay-Z
What You Want
guitar chords lyrics
I'm sticking ice picks on the tip of your dick
Give your testicles a swift kick, ain't that some shit
I'm hard, hardcore
Harder than the Plymouth
It ain't no myth, it's a nigga with a spliff
And a chrome four-fifth, pressed on your 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 pastors preaching, he was a good man
Played the bad man when the burner was in his hand
Now he singing sad songs with Elvis
Three to the head, about six cross the pelvis
You fuck with the high guy you die
Now he singing sad songs with Elvis
Three to the head, about six cross the pelvis
You fuck with the high guy you die
Yeah the same motherfucker thinking look up in the sky
I'm on some Old Neck shit, Suplex shit, hardcore sex shit
and Tec shit
A repetitive loop, all I need destroy soloist or group
I put it to you, boy, oh you got the scoop
Biggie Smalls the rap genius
I keep the Glock by the penis
The cleanest cut
Fuck sluts with the big humongous butts
I use a rubber but my style is gushy
Like a hooker's pussy
And it don't take a lot of backtalk to push me
Into flaming them like that little nigga Damien
Glock 19
to my motherfucking cranium
Game tight gun toting motherfucker
Niggas in the grave thought Biggie was a sucker
I tricked them, I gave them work then I sticked them
I stripped them because niggas don't watch the friction
Told you before how I bring the drama
Slam Larry Johnson and his grandma-ma
, what you want nigga
Lucky Lefty and the Commission
Bow down by now you fuckers
Know this is our crown
Uptown bullies, Brooklyn Biggie
Bed-Stuy Hov, like Bed-Stuy Gold
Behold the flyest, Bentley drivers
Louis Vuitton buyers, jet fuel abusers
Sipping Petrus,
once-upon-a-time-in-America music
You based on us, you fiction
Your eights don't bust
You're a constant contradiction
Ladies, please use contraception
Deception is at an all time high
When sexing, use protection
You fuckers should've never been born
Should've never been 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 TI was
King of New York like BI- was
BK all day, it's in my blood
You wanna see my mask and gloves
