Jay-z - Whatchu Want (The Commission) lyrics

Throw your hands in the sky, n***a... [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] I'm stickin' ice picks on the tip of ya dick Give your testicles a swift kick, ain't that some sh**? Am I hard hard core? Harder than the Plymouth It ain't no myth, it's a n***a with a spliff And a chrome four fifth pressed on ya back So what you want, n***a? How you wanna act? I hope civilized cause I love to see n***as 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 You f** with the high guy, ya die Yeah the same motherf**er yellin' "Look up in the sky!" I'm on some old neck sh**, Suplex sh**, hardcore s** sh**, and Tec sh** [Hook X4] BIG + (Girl) What you want, n***a? (What you want, n***a? What you, what you want n***a? What you want, n***a? What you, what you want n***a?) [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 penis, the cleanest cut f** the s*uts with the big humongous bu*ts Huh, I use a rubber, but My style is gushy like the hooker's p**y And it don't take a lot of back talk to push me Into flamin' 'em like that little n***a Damien Pop 19 to my motherf**in' cranium Game tight, gun totin' motherf**er n***as in the grave thought Biggie was a s**er I tricked 'em- I gave 'em work then I sticked 'em I stripped 'em, cause n***as don't want the friction Told you before how I bring the dra-ma Slam Larry Johnson and his Grandma-ma [Hook X4] BIG + (Girl) What you want, n***a? (What you want, n***a? What you, what you want n***a? What you want, n***a? What you, what you want n***a?) [Diddy] Aye yo Time to reunite 'em Yeah [Verse 3: Jay Z (The Notorious B.I.G.)] It's the Commission, n***as B-I-G lives on No more music, Brooklyn Uh, uh, uh, uh, Let's go! It's f**in' deadly Lucky Lefty of the Commission, bow down By now you f**ers know this is our crown Bucktown bullies, Brooklyn Biggie Bedstuy Hov like Bedstuy Gold Behold the fly-est (it's the Commission) Bentley drivers, Louis Vuitton buyers Jet fuel abusers, sippin' Petrus 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 s**in' Use protection You f**ers shoulda never been born, shoulda never got signed How the f** you got on? How the f** 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 f** you want? [Hook X4] BIG + (Girl) What you want, n***a? (What you want, n***a? What you, what you want n***a? What you want, n***a? What you, what you want n***a?) [Diddy] Two of the world's greatest Brooklyn's Finest The Commission lives on BIG Forever The Biggie Duets Let's go