| Throw your hands in the sky, nigga
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| I’m stickin’ice picks on the tip of ya dick
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| Give your testicles a swift kick, ain’t that some shit?
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| Am I hard hard core, harder than a Plymouth
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| It ain’t no myth, it’s a nigga with the spliff
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| And a chrome four fifth pressed on ya back
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| So what you want, nigga? |
| How you wanna act?
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| I hope civilized cause I love to see niggaz die
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| Brains all leakin’out on the street
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| And the pastor preachin'"He was a good man"
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| Played the bad man when the burner was in his hand
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| Now he’s singin’sad songs with Elvis
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| Three to the head, bout six cross the pelvis
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| Ya fuck with the high guy ya die
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| Yeah the same motherfucker yellin'"Look up in the sky!"
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| I’m on some old neck shit, Suplex shit, hardcore sex shit, and Tec shit
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| BIG + (Girl)
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| What you want, nigga?
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| (What you want, nigga? What you, what you want nigga?
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| What you want, nigga? |
| What you, what you want nigga?)
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| A repetitive loop
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| All I need to destroy a soloist or group
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| Huh, I put it to ya boy
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| Hope you got the scoop
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| Biggie Smalls, the rap genius
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| I keep the glock by the penis, the cleanest cut
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| Fuck the sluts with the big humongous butts
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| Huh, I use a rubber, but
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| My style is gushy like the hooker’s pussy
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| And it don’t take a lot of back talk to push me Into flamin''em like that little nigga Damien
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| Pop 19 to my motherfuckin’cranium
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| Game tight, gun totin’motherfucker
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| Niggaz in the grave thought Biggie was a sucker
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| I tricked 'em- I gave 'em work then I sticked 'em
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| I stripped 'em, cause niggaz don’t want the friction
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| Told you before how I bring the dra-ma
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| Slam Larry Johnson and his Grandma-ma
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| BIG + (Girl)
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| What you want, nigga?
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| (What you want, nigga? What you, what you want nigga?
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| What you want, nigga? |
| What you, what you want nigga?)
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| Aye yo Time to bring 'em back
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| Yeah
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| (BIG)
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| It’s the Commission, niggaz
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| B-I-G lives on
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| ???, Brooklyn
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| Uh, uh, uh, uh, Let’s go!
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| It’s fuckin’deadly
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| Lucky Lefty of the Commission, bow down
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| By now you fuckers know this is our crown
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| Two Uptown bullies, Brooklyn Biggie
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| Bedstuy Hov like Bedstuy Gold
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| Behold the fly-est (it's the Commission)
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| Bentley drivers, Louis Vuitton buyers
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| Jet fuel abusers, sippin'?Patruise?
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| +Once Upon A Time In America+'s muse
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| You based on us, you fiction
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| Ya eight’s don’t bust, you a constant contradiction
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| Ladies please use contraception
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| Conception’s at a all time high with sexin'
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| Use protection
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| You fuckers shoulda never been born, shoulda never got signed
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| How the fuck you got on?
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| How the fuck you got Shawn?
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| I’m too advanced, the Lance Armstrong of the dance
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| Rubberband man before T.I. |
| was
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| King of New York like B.I. |
| was
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| B.K. |
| all day, it’s in my blood
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| You wanna see my mask and gloves?
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| What the fuck you want?
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| BIG + (Girl)
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| What you want, nigga?
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| (What you want, nigga? What you, what you want nigga?
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| What you want, nigga? |
| What you, what you want nigga?)
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| Two of the world’s greatest
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| Brooklyn’s Finest
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| The Commission lives on BIG Forever
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| The Biggie Duets
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| Let’s go |