Throw your hands in the sky, nigga
Im stickin ice picks on the tip of ya dick
Give your testicles a swift kick, aint that some shit?
Am I hard hard core? Harder than the Plymouth
It aint no myth, its a nigga with a 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 niggas 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 hes singin sad songs with Elvis
Three to the head, bout six cross the pelvis
You fuck with the high guy, ya die
Yeah the same motherfucker yellin Look up in the sky!
Im on some old neck shit, Suplex shit
Hardcore sex shit, and Tec shit
Whatchu want, nigga?
Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga?
Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga?
Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga?
Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga?
Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga?
Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga?
Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga?
Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga?
Uh, uh
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 hookers pussy
And it dont take a lot of back talk to push me
Into flamin em like that little nigga Damien
Glock 19 to my motherfuckin cranium
Game tight, gun totin motherfucker
Niggas in the grave thought Biggie was a sucker
I tricked em- I gave em work then I sticked em
I stripped em, cause niggas dont want the friction
Told you before how I bring the dra-ma
Slam Larry Johnson and his Grandma-ma
Whatchu want, nigga?
Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga?
Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga?
Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga?
Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga?
Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga?
Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga?
Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga?
Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga?
Aye yo
Time to reunite em
Yeah
Its the Commission, niggas
B-I-G lives on
No more music, Brooklyn
Uh, uh, uh, uh, Lets go!
Its fuckin deadly
Lucky Lefty of the Commission, bow down
By now you fuckers know this is our crown
Bucktown bullies, Brooklyn Biggie
Bedstuy Hov like Bedstuy Gold
Behold the fly-est 
Bentley drivers, Louis Vuitton buyers
Jet fuel abusers, sippin Petrus
Once Upon A Time In Americas muse
You based on us, you fiction
Ya eights dont bust, you a constant contradiction
Ladies please use contraception
Conceptions at a all time high with sexin
Use protection
You fuckers shoulda never been born, shoulda never got signed
How the fuck you got on?
How the fuck you got Shawn?
Im 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, its in my blood
You wanna see my mask and gloves?
What the fuck you want?
Whatchu want, nigga?
Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga?
Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga?
Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga?
Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga?
Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga?
Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga?
Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga?
Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu want, nigga?
Two of the worlds greatest
Brooklyns Finest
The Commission lives on
B.I.G. Forever
The Biggie Duets
Lets go