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What chu want? What chu want? What chu want?
What chu want? What chu want? Everything I could get
What chu want? What chu want? What chu want? I want it all
What chu want? I want everything, I want everything
Sticky Fingaz, X1, what! Official Nast'

I want the coke spots, cartell, the drug blocks

I want my own club, mad dough with no love

I want my own hood, projects to boulevards

I want more clothes, ill crib and wardrobes


The bottom line is, I want everything
The credit cards to the wedding ring
Outta state strips would have to be basic
98 percent shit, make a fiend brain shit
Face it, X-1, no doubt, I'm way sick
I need weed spots, at least two on each block
You got ones, I got big heads in my knot
How 'bout a drop top cranberry six with deep dish?
Whore house with nothing but cheap chicks
Now peep this, I wanna be rich
It's no secret, but I was always known as a thief
I want in on every crack sold in the street
Holdin' the heat, on top till I'm old wit' no teeth
Blast three through your artery, it's hard killin' me
I love artillery, particularly AP-1s
Is my specialty, especially I want y'all to know
Fuck y'all niggas if you ain't feeling me

I want drop tops, chop shops and pay cops

I want the ill scam, five G's off ten grams

I want a bad bitch, fat ass with no flaws

I want cell phones, fast cars, and mad chrome


I want a hundred mill, tax free in big unmarked bills
If I don't get it, tampons for the blood I'mma spill
I just wanna pull the trigger for the love of the thrill
I just wanna battle niggas for they publishing deals
I'm greedy, selfish, I hate to share
Want a different burner every day to match my gear
Well meet Janet and Jennifer to have a threesome
Fall out getting brain, don't wake up till three somethin'

Want beef, nigga? We could go squeeze nines
Till you dead or waving white flags and peace signs

Want all my niggas free that got strikes three times

And so much ice on my watch I could freeze time

You violate, you get clapped in the head
Want B.I.G. and Makaveli to come back from the dead

Want that CL-500 coupe, chromed out platinum
(What chu mean?) What am I saying? I got one!

I want more techs, your presidential rolex

I want air play, from New York to LA

I want the good weed, light green with no seeds

I want the basics, ice chains and bracelets

I want a hotel, strictly for dope sales

I wanna hit stars, spend money in strip bars

I want lump sums, CDs and trust funds

I want your props, I want your whole crew knocked


What! What!
What chu want? What! What! What!
What chu want? What chu want?
What chu want? What chu want? What chu want?
I want it all, what chu want?
I want everything, what chu want?
I want the whole fucking world, know what I'm saying?