[Intro: Sticky Fingaz & X-1]
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'
[Hook 1: X-1 & Sticky Fingaz]
I want the coke spots, cartell, the drug blocks
I want mad guns, four 5's and magnums
I want my own club, mad dough with no love
I want a dumb chick, carry work or bust trips
I want my own hood, projects to boulevards
I wanna wild out, smoke blunts and blow hard
I want more clothes, ill crib and wardrobes
I want your ice, your wife, or your life
[Verse 1: X-1]
The bottom line is, I want everything
The credit cards to the wedding ring
Outta state strips would have to be basic
98 percent sh*t, make a fiend brain sh*t
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
f*ck y'all n*ggas if you ain't feeling me
[Hook 2: Sticky Fingaz & X-1]
I want drop tops, chop shops and pay cops
I wanna lay low, with police on pay roll
I want the ill scam, five G's off ten grams
I want hydro, five pounds in garbage cans
I want a bad b*tch, fat ass with no flaws
I want two of them, twins without no drawers
I want cell phones, fast cars, and mad chrome
I want a crack house, so fiends could black out
[Verse 2: Sticky Fingaz]
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 n*ggas 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, n*gga? We could go squeeze nines
Till you dead or waving white flags and peace signs
Want all my n*ggas 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!
[Hook 3: X-1 & Sticky Fingaz]
I want more techs, your presidential rolex
I want nine lives, you gotta kill me nine times
I want air play, from New York to LA
I wanna murder sh*t, get caught and get away with it
I want the good weed, light green with no seeds
I want a E-Class, rob banks with ski masks
I want the basics, ice chains and bracelets
I want your necklace, the keys to your lexus
I want a hotel, strictly for dope sales
I want Bo guard, max out your gold card
I wanna hit stars, spend money in strip bars
I want a crime spree, but get off scott free
I want lump sums, CDs and trust funds
I want y'all wack rappers to stop bitin' my clique
I want your props, I want your whole crew knocked
I want y'all punk n*ggas, just to get off my di*k
[Outro: Sticky Fingaz]
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 f*cking world, know what I'm saying?