Everything I Want
Notorious B.I.G. vs Lana Del Ray 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, ssshit
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
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 nineteen 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 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
Come and run 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 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
Come and run 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 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
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
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 drawers
My bitches out of state get bust 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' stay 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 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
Come and run with me .. I really wanna show you

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
Come and run with me .. I really wanna show you

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of the song Everything I Want by Notorious B.I.G. vs Lana Del Ray tell the story of the struggle experienced by those who turn to selling drugs to make ends meet, including the stress and pressure of having to pay bills and provide for family. The verses highlight the harsh reality of living in the streets, where violence is an everyday occurrence and individuals have to constantly look over their shoulders to avoid getting caught or killed. The song also touches on the temptation of the drug lifestyle and the promise of financial gain, but ultimately shows that the dangers and risks are not worth it.


The chorus of the song invites the listener to join the singer in his experiences, as he wants to show them how he runs the streets and how he is able to make money through selling drugs. However, the song does not glorify this lifestyle and instead portrays it as a difficult and dangerous path that ultimately leads to destruction.


Overall, the lyrics of Everything I Want by Notorious B.I.G. vs Lana Del Ray are a commentary on the harsh realities of life in the streets and the struggles faced by those who have to resort to selling drugs to survive.


Line by Line Meaning

Wooo! There's gonna be a lot of punchin in this motherfucker
This is going to be intense and full of action.


Y'all better be swift with that punch button Jack
Be ready to react quickly to whatever happens.


I know how it feel to wake up fucked up
I understand the struggle of waking up to a difficult situation.


Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell
I'm broke and need to sell drugs to get by.


People look at you like youse the user
Others judge me as if I'm the one who uses drugs.


Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
I sell drugs to people who are struggling and addicted.


But they don't know about your stress-filled day
Others don't realize how hard my life is every day.


Baby on the way mad bills to pay
I have a baby coming and a lot of expenses to cover.


That's why you drink Tanqueray; so you can reminisce and wish, you wasn't livin so devilish, ssshit
I drink Tanqueray to escape and wish I had a better life.


I remember I was just like you
I was in the same situation as you are now.


Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's
I used to smoke marijuana with my friends and admire nice cars.


Cause G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G
I didn't have a good education growing up.


Packed up my tools for my raw power move
I gathered my supplies for my next illegal venture.


Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves
I carry a gun for self-defense and to use for criminal activities.


for chumps tryin to stop my flow
I use my gun when people try to interfere with my drug sales.


And what they don't know will show on the autopsy
If they mess with me, they will end up dead and exposed during their autopsy.


I got the master plan
I have a plan that will lead me to success and wealth.


I'm in the caravan on my way to Maryland
I am on my way to execute my plan in Maryland.


with my man Two-Tecs to take over this projects
I have my trusted friend Two-Tecs with me to help take over this area.


They call him Two-Tecs, he tote two tecs
My friend Two-Tecs carries two guns all the time.


And when he start to bust he like to ask, "Who's next?"
He enjoys shooting and often taunts his targets.


I got my honey on the Amtrak with the crack in the crack of her ass
I am transporting drugs and my girlfriend, who is hiding the drugs in her buttocks.


Two pounds of hash in the stash
I am carrying two pounds of hash hidden somewhere.


I wait for hon to make some quick cash
I'm waiting for my girlfriend to sell drugs and quickly make money.


I told her she could be Lieutenant, bitch got gassed
I promised to make my girlfriend my right-hand person and she was flattered.


At last, I'm literally loungin black
I am finally comfortable and enjoying the fruits of my criminal endeavors.


Sittin back, countin double digit thousand stacks
I'm relaxing and counting large stacks of money.


Had to re-up; see what's up with my peeps
I need to restock my drugs and check in with my associates.


Toyota Deal-a-Thon had it cheap on the Jeeps
I found a good deal on Jeeps at a Toyota dealership.


Last I heard I was dead with six to the head
Rumors spread that I died, shot six times in the head.


Then I got the phone call, it couldn't hit me harder
Someone called and gave me shocking news.


We got infiltrated, like Nino at the Carter
Someone infiltrated us, just like in the movie 'New Jack City.'


Heard Tec got murdered in a town I never heard of by some bitch named Alberta over nickel-plated burners
I heard that my friend Tec was killed in an unfamiliar place by someone named Alberta who used guns with nickel plating.


And my bitch swear to God she won't snitch
My girlfriend promises not to tell on me if caught by the authorities.


I told her when she hit the bricks I'll make the hooker rich
I promised to give her money and make her wealthy when she is released from jail.


Conspiracy, she'll be home in three
She is charged with conspiracy and will be out of jail in three years.


Until then I looks out for the whole family
I am taking care of the whole family in her absence.


A true G, that's me, blowing like a bubble; in the everyday struggle
I am a real gangster, rising above my everyday challenges.


I'm seeing body after body and our mayor Guiliani ain't tryin to see no black man turn to John Gotti
There is a lot of violence and Mayor Guiliani is trying to prevent me from becoming a notorious mobster like John Gotti.


Guns and diamonds
I possess guns and diamonds.


Bitches put they tongues where the sun ain't shinin
Women perform oral sex on me and my crew.


Take ki's til they spot us, snakes flee with consignment
We sell kilos of drugs until someone notices and then our competitors steal the rest of our supply.


This kid he got his krib rated, police found grams
The cops raided this kid's home and found drugs.


They locked up, his whole fam; moms sister his old man
They arrested his whole family, including his mother, sister, and father.


Nigga bailed his moms out, then he told on his man
He bailed his mother out of jail, but then snitched on his friend.


Now they home, actin like nuttin wrong, hustlin again
His family is now out of jail and back to selling drugs.


He tried to be the next Frank White, and Escobar
He hoped to become the next notorious drug lord like Frank White or Pablo Escobar.


Pickin up coke a fiend holds it in a seperate car
He picks up cocaine and his junkie buyer holds onto it in a different car.


Cooks it up til it's bright white, cut it tight right
He cooks it until it's white and cuts it to the right consistency.


Then he slings it to the fiends, lookin like Fright Night
He sells it to his addicted customers who look completely strung out.


Coppin the motorbikes, the scooters, countin dough on computers
We are buying motorcycles and scooters and counting our money using computers.


High technology dealers, to the users and losers
We use advanced technology to sell drugs to our customers.


Half-leg DiDi, try to swap drug for TV's
A woman named DiDi tries to exchange drugs for televisions.


Stores run out of baking soda from BK to QB
We use so much baking soda to cut our drugs that stores in Brooklyn and Queens can't keep up with the demand.


My niggaz die for the cause, .45 on the drawer
My friends are willing to die for our illegal activities and keep their guns ready at all times.


City laws made by Big Nas and Biggie Smalls
We are influential in our city and help to shape local laws.


Bitches, holdin my weight in they titties and drawers
Women are hiding drugs and money in their breasts and underwear for me.


My bitches out of state get bust while they pushin my cars
My female associates are getting arrested out of state while transporting drugs in my cars.


Callin me up, callin me baller, call for they cut
Women call me and refer to me as a baller and ask for their portion of the profit.


Pretty hoes bring me my cash, swallow all of this nut
Attractive women bring me money and perform sexual acts for me in return.


Seats on the Bent' stay nasty, push the dash for the stash box is where the cash be; watchin for task force
The seats in my Bentley are dirty and I constantly push the dashboard to access the hidden compartment where the money is stored. I am always on alert for the police task force trying to catch me.


Cause I know they comin but I'm reachin my goal
I know the police are coming for me but I am working towards my ultimate goal anyway.


Fuck bummin, I'm makin sure I leave this whole game wit somethin
I'm not content with being poor and I'm ensuring that I end up with something valuable from my illegal activities.


Crib in West Palms for my dime, crib for my moms
I have a nice home in West Palms for my girlfriend and a different home for my mother.


Ridiculous, you lookin at the next Nicholas Barnes, baby
I am on the way to becoming the next wealthy and notorious criminal figure like Nicholas Barnes.




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

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