Everything I Want
Lana Del Ray x Notorious B.I.G Lyrics

Wooo! There's gonna be a lot of punchin in this motherfucker
Get ready for some serious action

Y'all better be swift with that punch button Jack
Be quick to react

Biggie.. Biggie..
Referring to himself, Notorious B.I.G.

I know how it feel to wake up fucked up
I understand how it feels to wake up with problems

Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell
Having no money and needing to sell drugs

People look at you like youse the user
Being judged and looked down upon by others

Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
Dealing drugs to people with problems, including drug addiction

But they don't know about your stress-filled day
Others are unaware of the struggles you are facing

Baby on the way mad bills to pay
Expecting a child and having financial responsibilities

That's why you drink Tanqueray; so you can reminisce and wish, you wasn't livin so devilish, ssshit
Drinking alcohol to forget the troubles and wishing for a better life

I remember I was just like you Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's Cause G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G I had to get P-A-D, that's why my moms hate me
Recalling the struggles and hard work that Notorious B.I.G. went through to reach success, including getting his GED and being kicked out of his home

She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
His mother had no choice but to kick him out of the house

Then I figured out licks went for twenty down South Packed up my tools for my raw power move Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves for chumps tryin to stop my flow And what they don't know will show on the autopsy
Turning to crime and carrying weapons to protect himself from others who may try to harm him

Went to see Papi, to cop me a brick Asked for some consignment, he wasn't tryin to hear it
Going to his supplier to buy drugs, but being denied

Smoking mad Newports cause I'm due in court for an assault, that I caught, in Bridgeport, New York
Smoking cigarettes to deal with the stress of being in court for an assault case

Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man You better have your gat in hand, cause man
Running away from the police and warning others to be prepared to defend themselves

Come and run with me .. I really wanna show you How I run the streets .. I really wanna show you How I'm clockin G's .. I really wanna show you
Inviting others to see how he makes money and lives his life

I had the master plan I'm in the caravan on my way to Maryland with my man Two-Tecs to take over this projects They call him Two-Tecs, he tote two tecs And when he start to bust he like to ask, 'Who's next?'
Planning to take over a housing project with his friend Two-Tecs and his guns

I got my honey on the Amtrak with the crack in the crack of her ass Two pounds of hash in the stash I wait for hon to make some quick cash I told her she could be Lieutenant, bitch got gassed
Sending his girlfriend on a drug run with a large amount of drugs while he waits for the profits

At last, I'm literally loungin black Sittin back, countin double digit thousand stacks
Enjoying the fruits of his criminal activity and counting his money

Had to re-up; see what's up with my peeps Toyota Deal-a-Thon had it cheap on the Jeeps See who got smoked, what rumors was spread Last I heard I was dead with six to the head
Checking with his associates to make sure everything is going well, and being aware of rumors of his death

Then I got the phone call, it couldn't hit me harder We got infiltrated, like Nino at the Carter Heard Tec got murdered in a town I never heard of by some bitch named Alberta over nickel-plated burners
Receiving devastating news that his friend Tec was murdered, and realizing that they were betrayed by someone named Alberta

And my bitch swear to God she won't snitch I told her when she hit the bricks I'll make the hooker rich Conspiracy, she'll be home in three Until then I looks out for the whole family
Keeping his girlfriend quiet about his criminal activities and promising to take care of her when she is released from jail

A true G, that's me, blowing like a bubble; in the everyday struggle
Proudly declaring himself a true gangsta and acknowledging the difficulties of living that lifestyle

I'm seeing body after body and our mayor Guiliani ain't tryin to see no black man turn to John Gotti
Observing the violence and death around him, and criticizing the mayor for not wanting black men to become successful criminal figures like John Gotti

Guns and diamonds Bitches put they tongues where the sun ain't shinin Take ki's til they spot us, snakes flee with consignment
Dealing in illegal firearms, diamonds, and drugs, and having women perform sexual acts for him and his associates

This kid he got his krib rated, police found grams They locked up, his whole fam; moms sister his old man Nigga bailed his moms out, then he told on his man Now they home, actin like nuttin wrong, hustlin again
Telling the story of a young man whose house was raided by police and his entire family was arrested, only for him to snitch on his friend and be released to continue his criminal activities

He tried to be the next Frank White, and Escobar Pickin up coke a fiend holds it in a seperate car Cooks it up til it's bright white, cut it tight right Then he slings it to the fiends, lookin like Fright Night
Describing a drug dealer who emulates successful drug lords like Frank White and Pablo Escobar, and who carefully prepares and distributes his drugs

Coppin the motorbikes, the scooters, countin dough on computers High technology dealers, to the users and losers Half-leg DiDi, try to swap drug for TV's Stores run out of baking soda from BK to QB
Being involved in a world of high-tech drug dealing, and bartering drugs for other items like TVs

My niggaz die for the cause, .45 on the drawer City laws made by Big Nas and Biggie Smalls Bitches, holdin my weight in they titties and drawers My bitches out of state get bust while they pushin my cars
Revealing the serious and potentially fatal consequences of his criminal lifestyle, and bragging about his women who help him transport drugs

Callin me up, callin me baller, call for they cut Pretty hoes bring me my cash, swallow all of this nut Seats on the Bent' stay nasty, push the dash for the stash box is where the cash be; watchin for task force
Being contacted by women who want to take a cut of his profits, and offering sexual favors in exchange for money

Cause I know they comin but I'm reachin my goal Fuck bummin, I'm makin sure I leave this whole game wit somethin Crib in West Palms for my dime, crib for my moms Ridiculous, you lookin at the next Nicholas Barnes, baby
Being aware of the police trying to catch him, but determined to make money and be successful in his criminal endeavors. Planning to provide homes for himself and his family, and aspiring to be as successful as Nicholas Barnes.