[Verse 1]
I'm sticking ice picks on the tip of your dick
Give your testicles a swift kick, ain't that some shit?
Am I hard hardcore? Harder than the Plymouth
It ain't no myth, it's a n***a with a spliff
And a chrome four fifth pressed on your back
So what you want, n***a? How you wanna act?
I hope civilized 'cause I love to see n***as die
Brains all leaking out on the street
And the pastor preaching, "He was a good man."
Played the bad man when the burner was in his hand
Now he's singing sad songs with Elvis
Three to the head, 'bout six 'cross the pelvis
You fuck with the high guy, you die
You're the same motherfucker kicking, "Look up in the sky!"
I'm on some old neck shit, suplex shit
Hardcore sex shit and TEC shit

[Chorus]
Whatchu want, n***a?
Whatchu want, n***a? Whatchu, whatchu want, n***a?
Whatchu want, n***a? Whatchu, whatchu want, n***a?
Whatchu want, n***a? Whatchu want, n***a? Whatchu, whatchu want, n***a?
Whatchu want, n***a? Whatchu, whatchu want, n***a?
Whatchu want, n***a? Whatchu want, n***a? Whatchu, whatchu want, n***a?
Whatchu want, n***a? Whatchu, whatchu want, n***a?
Whatchu want, n***a? Whatchu want, n***a? Whatchu, whatchu want, n***a?
Whatchu want, n***a? Whatchu, whatchu want, n***a?
[Verse 2]
A repetitive loop all I need to destroy
A soloist or group, huh, I put it to you boy
Hope 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
Huh, I use a rubber, but
My style is gushy like the hooker's pussy
And it don't take a lot of backtalk to push me
Into flaming 'em like that little n***a Damien
Glock 19 to my motherfucking cranium
Game tight, gun toting motherfucker
N***as in the grave thought Biggie was a sucker
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 drama
Slam Larry Johnson and his Grandmama

[Chorus]
Whatchu want, n***a?
Whatchu want, n***a? Whatchu, whatchu want, n***a?
Whatchu want, n***a? Whatchu, whatchu want, n***a?
Whatchu want, n***a? Whatchu want, n***a? Whatchu, whatchu want, n***a?
Whatchu want, n***a? Whatchu, whatchu want, n***a?
Whatchu want, n***a? Whatchu want, n***a? Whatchu, whatchu want, n***a?
Whatchu want, n***a? Whatchu, whatchu want, n***a?
Whatchu want, n***a? Whatchu want, n***a? Whatchu, whatchu want, n***a?
Whatchu want, n***a? Whatchu, whatchu want, n***a?
[Verse 3]
Fuck around and feel the fury of a high n***a
When I get busy, throw your hands in the sky n***a
I got he illest of the ill mentality
N***as be grabbing me knowing that they'd rather be stabbing me
All up in my back tryna take my crack
When I used to sell crack I never had problems like that
Street rules, watch your pockets and your jewels
N***as front, the the gat to the fools
Tears don't affect me, I hit 'em with the TEC, G
Disrespect me, my potency is deadly
Once the venom hits the cerebellum
My lips get chapped and my hands start swelling
Keep the 9 millimeter by the feeder
To kill a motherfucker, don't a thing feel sweeter
Oh my head hurt, the blood squirt
The robbery expert's berserk
Whatchu want, n***a?

[Chorus]
Whatchu want, n***a?
Whatchu want, n***a? Whatchu, whatchu want, n***a?
Whatchu want, n***a? Whatchu, whatchu want, n***a?
Whatchu want, n***a? Whatchu want, n***a? Whatchu, whatchu want, n***a?
Whatchu want, n***a? Whatchu, whatchu want, n***a?
Whatchu want, n***a? Whatchu want, n***a? Whatchu, whatchu want, n***a?
Whatchu want, n***a? Whatchu, whatchu want, n***a?
Whatchu want, n***a? Whatchu want, n***a? Whatchu, whatchu want, n***a?
Whatchu want, n***a? Whatchu, whatchu want, n***a?