The Notorious B.I.G. - Whatcha Want (Original demo) lyrics

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The Notorious B.I.G. - Whatcha Want (Original demo) lyrics

[Biggie] -(whispering) so whatcha want n***a, whatcha whatcha want n***a Whatcha want n***a, whatcha whatcha want [Verse 1] I'm stickin' ice picks on tha tip of your dick Give yo' testicles a swift kick, ain't that some sh**? Am I hard hardcore? Harder than a Plymouth It ain't no myth, it's a n***a wit a spliff And a chrome four-fifth Pressed on ya back So whatcha want n***a? How you wanna act? I hope civilized cuz I love to see n***as die Brains all leakin.....out on the street And the Pastor preachin' [echo] "He was a good man!" Played the bad man when tha burner was in his hands Now he's singin' sad songs wit Elvis Three to the head 'bout six 'cross tha pelvis You f** wit tha high guy you die Yeah tha same muthaf**a yellin' "look up at the sky!" I'm on some old neck sh**, suplex sh**, hardcore s** sh** and Tec sh** Whatcha want n***a!? [Hook] A repetitive loop All I need to destroy a soloist or group-huh I put it to you, BOY! Hope you got tha scoop Biggie Smalls the rap genius I keeps tha Glock by the penis Tha cleanist cuts, f** s*uts wit tha big humongous bu*t-huh I use a rubber but... My style is gushy like a hookers p**y And it don't take a lotta back talk to push me Into flamin' em, like that little n***a Damien Glock 19 to my muthaf**in' cranium! Game tight, gun toting, muthaf**a n***as in the grave thought Biggie was a s**a I tricked em; I gave em work then I sticked em I stripped em, cuz n***as dont want the friction Told you before how I bring tha dra-MA! Slam Larry Johnson and his grand-MAMA! Whatcha want n***a!? [Hook] f** around and feel tha fury of a high n***a When I get busy....through yo' hands in tha sky n***a! I got the illest of tha ill mentality n***as be grabbin' me Knowin' that they rather be stabbin' me All up in my back tryna take my trap When I use to sell crack, I ain't had problems like that! Street rules! Watch yo' pockets and yo' j**els A n***a front, throw the gat to the fool Tears don't affect me, I hit em' wit tha Tec, G Disrespect me....my potency is deadly Once tha venom-hits the cerebellum My lips get chapped and my hands start swellin! Keep tha 9mm by tha peter To k** a muthaf**a tha only thing feel sweeter OOOOHHHH It make my head hurt, tha blood squirt Tha robbery expert, BERSERK! WHATCHA WANT ni**a!? [Hook]

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