Throw your hands
in the sky nigga
I'm stickin' ice picks
on the tip of ya dick
Give your
testicles a swift kick
ain't that some shit
Am I hard hard core
harder than a Plymouth
It ain't no myth
It's a nigga with the 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 niggaz 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 he's singin' sad
songs with Elvis
Three to the head
bout six cross the pelvis
Ya fuck with the high
guy ya die
Yeah the same mother fucker
yellin' look up in the sky
I'm on some old neck shit
Suplex shit
hardcore sex shit
and Tec shit
What you want nigga
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want nigga
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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
hooker's pussy
And it don't take a
lot of back talk to push me
Into flamin' 'em
like that
little nigga Damien
Pop nineteen
to my mother fucking cranium
Game tight
gun totin' mother fucker
Niggaz in the grave thought
Biggie was a sucker
I tricked 'em
I gave 'em work then I
sticked 'em
I stripped 'em
cause niggaz
don't want the friction
Told you before
how I bring the drama
Slam Larry Johnson
and his Grandmama
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want nigga
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want nigga
Lucky Lefty of the
Commission bow down
By now you fuckers
know this is our crown
Two uptown bullies
Brooklyn Biggie
Bedstuy Ho
Black Bedstuy Gold
Behold the flyest
The commission
Bentley drivers
Louis Vuitton buyers
Jet fuel abusers
sippin' patruise
Once upon a time
in America's muse
You based on us
You fiction
Ya eight's don't bust
You a constant contradiction
Ladies please use
contraception
Conception's at a
all time high with sexin'
Use protection
You fuckers should a
never been born
should a never got signed
How the fuck you got on
How the fuck you got Shawn
I'm 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
it's in my blood
You wanna
see my mask and gloves
What the fuck you want
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want nigga
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want nigga
Two of the world's greatest
Brooklyn's finest
Commission lives on
B I G forever
The Biggie duets
Let's go