[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] 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 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 What you want nigga
[Hook] What you want nigga
[Verse 2] 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
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[Verse 3: Jay-Z] 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