Everything I Want
Notorious B.I.G. & Lana Del Rey Lyrics


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Wooo! There's gonna be a lot of punchin' in this motherfucker
Y'all better be swift with that punch button Jack
Biggie, Biggie

I know how it feel to wake up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell
People look at you like youse the user
Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
But they don't know about your stress-filled day
Baby on the way mad bills to pay
That's why you drink Tanqueray, so you can reminisce
and wish, you wasn't livin so devilish, shit
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-I-D, that's why my moms hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out licks went for twenty down South
Packed up my tools for my raw power move
Glock 19 for casket and flower moves
For chumps tryin' to stop my flow
And what they don't know will show on the autopsy
Went to see Papi, to cop me a brick
Asked for some consignment, he wasn't tryin' to hear it
Smoking mad Newports 'cause I'm due in court
For an assault, that I caught, in Bridgeport, New York
Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man
You better have your gat in hand, 'cause man

Come and roll 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
Come and roll with me, I really wanna show you

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?"
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
At last, I'm literally loungin' black
Sittin' back, countin' double digit thousand stacks
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
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
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
A true G, that's me, blowing like a bubble
In the everyday struggle

Come and roll 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
Come and roll with me, I really wanna show you

I'm seeing body after body and our mayor Guiliani
Ain't tryin' to see no black man turn to 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
This kid he got his crib 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
He tried to be the next Frank White, and Escobar
Pickin' up coke, a fiend holds it in a separate car
Cooks it up 'til it's bright white, cut it tight right
Then he slings it to the fiends, lookin' like Fright Night
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
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 bras
My bitches out of state get busy while they pushin' my cars
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' say 'Nasty'
Push the dash for the stash box is where the cash be, watchin' for task force
'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

Come and roll 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
Come and roll with me, I really wanna show you

Come and roll 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
Come and roll with me, I really wanna show you

Come and roll 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
Come and roll with me, I really wanna show you

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of the song “Everything I Want” by Notorious B.I.G. and Lana Del Rey tell the story of the struggles and challenges faced by young black men involved in the drug trade in America, and their ambitions to make it big. The song is a tribute to the late rapper Notorious B.I.G., who was a major influence on the hip-hop genre. The opening lines set the tone for the song, with the mention of “a lot of punchin’” indicating the aggressive nature of the lyrics.


The verses describe the difficulties faced by young drug dealers, including financial struggles, societal judgment, and the risk of violence. The lyrics also touch on the desire to escape this lifestyle and make something of oneself, with the mention of “clockin’ G’s” and the master plan to take over the projects. The chorus, sung by Lana Del Rey, suggests that the rapper wants to show someone “how I run the streets,” possibly indicating a desire to take someone under his wing and teach them the ways of the drug game.


Overall, the song is a raw and unfiltered depiction of the realities of life for young black men in America, highlighting the violence, desperation, and ambition that drives them to seek success in the drug trade.


Line by Line Meaning

Wooo! There's gonna be a lot of punchin' in this motherfucker
Get ready for a fierce and intense experience


Y'all better be swift with that punch button Jack
Be prepared to react quickly and decisively


Biggie, Biggie
Referring to The Notorious B.I.G., the artist


I know how it feel to wake up fucked up
I understand the feeling of waking up in a terrible situation


Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell
Being extremely poor and having to sell drugs to make money


People look at you like youse the user
Others perceive you as a drug abuser


Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
Engaging in drug dealing and using marijuana excessively


But they don't know about your stress-filled day
They are unaware of your stressful daily life


Baby on the way mad bills to pay
Expecting a child and burdened with numerous bills


That's why you drink Tanqueray, so you can reminisce and wish, you wasn't livin so devilish, shit
Consuming alcohol to escape reality and yearn for a better life


I remember I was just like you
Recalling a similar past experience


Smokin' blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's
Smoking marijuana cigars with my friends and driving recklessly


'Cause G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G
Not having a high school diploma, unlike B.I.G.


I had to get P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate me
Necessity drove me to pursue money, causing my mother's disapproval


She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
Due to my actions, she was compelled to evict me


Then I figured out licks went for twenty down South
Realizing that I could make money through criminal activities in the South


Packed up my tools for my raw power move
Preparing for a dangerous and influential change in my life


Glock 19 for casket and flower moves
Having a firearm for both deadly and ceremonial purposes


For chumps tryin' to stop my flow
Facing opposition from individuals attempting to hinder my success


And what they don't know will show on the autopsy
The hidden truth about my opponents will become evident eventually


Went to see Papi, to cop me a brick
Visited a drug supplier to purchase a large quantity of drugs


Asked for some consignment, he wasn't tryin' to hear it
Requesting to receive drugs on credit, but being refused


Smoking mad Newports 'cause I'm due in court
Smoking a lot of Newport cigarettes due to a coming court appearance


For an assault, that I caught, in Bridgeport, New York
Being charged with assault in Bridgeport, New York


Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man
Trying to escape and elude capture like the character from a fairy tale


You better have your gat in hand, 'cause man
You should be armed and ready, my friend


I had the master plan
I devised a well-thought-out strategy


I'm in the Caravan on my way to Maryland
Traveling in a Caravan vehicle towards Maryland


With my man Two-TECs to take over this projects
Accompanied by my associate, Two-TECs, to dominate this neighborhood


They call him Two-TECs, he tote two TECs
His nickname is Two-TECs because he carries two TEC-9 firearms


And when he start to bust he like to ask, 'Who's next?'
When he begins shooting, he often inquires about his next target


I got my honey on the Amtrak
I have my girlfriend traveling on the Amtrak train


With the crack in the crack of her ass
Concealing cocaine within the crevice of her buttocks


Two pounds of hash in the stash
Carrying two pounds of hashish in a hidden location


I wait for hon' to make some quick cash
I'm patiently waiting for my girlfriend to generate money quickly


I told her she could be Lieutenant, bitch got gassed
I promised her a higher status, but she became overly excited


At last, I'm literally loungin' black
Finally, I'm relaxing and in a comfortable position


Sittin' back, countin' double digit thousand stacks
Relaxing while calculating a significant amount of money


Had to re-up, see what's up with my peeps
Necessary to replenish my drug supply and check on my friends


Toyota Deal-a-Thon had it cheap on the Jeeps
Taking advantage of a discounted car sale by Toyota to purchase Jeeps


See who got smoked, what rumors was spread
Investigating who got killed and the spread of rumors


Last I heard I was dead with six to the head
The latest rumor suggested that I was killed by six gunshots to the head


Then I got the phone call, it couldn't hit me harder
Subsequently, I received a phone call that greatly impacted me emotionally


We got infiltrated, like Nino at the Carter
We were covertly infiltrated, similar to the character Nino Brown in the movie 'New Jack City'


Heard TEC got murdered in a town I never heard of
Learned that TEC was killed in an unfamiliar town


By some bitch named Alberta over nickel-plated burners
Alberta, a derogatory term for a woman, killed TEC using nickel-plated firearms


And my bitch swear to God she won't snitch
My girlfriend promises not to cooperate with the authorities


I told her when she hit the bricks I'll make the hooker rich
I assured her that once she's released from prison, I'll provide her with wealth


Conspiracy, she'll be home in three
She was involved in a criminal conspiracy and will be released in three years


Until then I looks out for the whole family
In the meantime, I'll take care of the entire family


A true G, that's me, blowing like a bubble
I'm a genuine gangster, always fluctuating with wealth


In the everyday struggle
Enduring the hardships and challenges of daily life


I'm seeing body after body and our mayor Guiliani
Witnessing numerous deaths and the actions of Mayor Guiliani


Ain't tryin' to see no black man turn to John Gotti
The mayor doesn't want any Black man to become a criminal like John Gotti


Guns and diamonds
Referring to firearms and expensive jewelry


Bitches put they tongues where the sun ain't shinin'
Women engage in sexual acts in private, hidden places


Take ki's 'til they spot us, snakes flee with consignment
Stealing kilos of drugs until they notice our presence, and rival drug dealers escape with our merchandise


This kid he got his crib rated, police found grams
The police raided a person's home, discovering small amounts of drugs


They locked up, his whole fam, moms, sister, his old man
Law enforcement arrested the entire family, including parents and siblings


Nigga bailed his moms out, then he told on his man
The person paid his mother's bail, only to betray his friend by providing information to the police


Now they home, actin' like nuttin' wrong, hustlin' again
After their release, they pretend that nothing is wrong and resume their criminal activities


He tried to be the next Frank White, and Escobar
Aspired to become a powerful and notorious figure like Frank White and Pablo Escobar


Pickin' up coke, a fiend holds it in a separate car
Purchasing cocaine and having an addict store it in a different vehicle


Cooks it up 'til it's bright white, cut it tight right
Preparing the cocaine until it becomes pure and cutting it properly


Then he slings it to the fiends, lookin' like Fright Night
Subsequently, he sells the cocaine to addicts, who become frightened after using it


Coppin' the motorbikes, the scooters, countin' dough on computers
Purchasing motorcycles and scooters, while counting money using computers


High technology dealers, to the users and losers
Engaging in drug dealing using advanced technology, catering to both users and addicts


Half-leg DiDi, try to swap drug for TV's
Half-leg DiDi, a person with a prosthetic leg, attempts to exchange drugs for televisions


Stores run out of baking soda from BK to QB
Demand for baking soda is so high that stores in Brooklyn and Queens run out of stock


My niggaz die for the cause, .45 on the drawer
My friends are willing to die for our mission, keeping a .45 caliber gun within reach


City laws made by Big, Nas and Biggie Smalls
Important figures in the city, such as Big, Nas, and Biggie Smalls, shape the laws


Bitches, holdin' my weight in they titties and bras
Women are carrying and hiding my drugs in their breasts and bras


My bitches out of state get busy while they pushin' my cars
My female accomplices, who are out of state, stay busy while they transport drugs using my vehicles


Callin' me up, callin' me baller, call for they cut
Contacting me, referring to me as a successful and wealthy individual, and demanding their share of the profits


Pretty hoes bring me my cash, swallow all of this nut
Attractive women bring me money, and they are willing to do anything for me


Seats on the Bent' say 'Nasty'
The seats in my Bentley car have the word 'Nasty' stitched into them


Push the dash for the stash box is where the cash be, watchin' for task force
Speeding up the car, as the stash box containing cash is located in the dashboard, while keeping an eye out for law enforcement


'Cause I know they comin' but I'm reachin' my goal
Being aware of the approaching police, but still striving to achieve a desired objective


Fuck bummin', I'm makin' sure I leave this whole game wit somethin'
Rejecting a life of poverty, and ensuring I exit the criminal world with substantial gains


Crib in West Palms for my dime, crib for my moms
Having a luxurious home in West Palms for my girlfriend, and a separate residence for my mother


Ridiculous, you lookin' at the next Nicholas Barnes, baby
Incredibly successful, as you are witnessing the future greatness of Nicholas Barnes


Come and roll with me, I really wanna show you
Join me and experience firsthand what my life is like


How I run the streets, I really wanna show you
Witness how I dominate and control the streets


How I'm clockin' G's, I really wanna show you
See how I'm making significant amounts of money and counting stacks of cash


Come and roll with me, I really wanna show you
Accompany me and observe the reality of my lifestyle




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: ALAN ROY SCOTT, CHRISTOPHER WALLACE, DONALD DEGRATE, ED FOX

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