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Yeah, yeah,
I'm on fuck 'em, yeah,
With my hands gripped, praise the shit
Fuck her, never knew her, her
Dump her body, dump her
our Father

What you expected from his of kin
I'm bro but ain't no Mexican
I got in the bedroom, glocks in the kitchen
A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm
The lesson from the Smith and is depressin'
Niggaz keep stressin', the motherfuckin' question
How many shots does it take, to my heart stop
And my start to shake, if I should die before I wake

my hands gripped
Praise the shit, our Father
If I should die before I

With my hands
Praise the Lord shit, our
If I should die before I

Fuck that, snap a nigga shit, smash him the fifth
Watch his body lift, shut his lips, bitch screamin'
Hit her body got me like the trifest not knowin' how my life is
My life is, rap sheet as the Turnpike
The sheistest, hey fella, who bidded the lifers
Did it the glocks, spit it witcha pops, you was in diapers
Loved me when you came to
Hated me all in the free cypher; mad you be like us

Some murderers who turn bikers see Biggie
Recruited these snipers do it just like us
Some pied pipers, squeezin' life out
It's all out war, be all wild as all
If a coward got beef, y'all be checkin' his
Paralyzin' my niggaz thorough kid, how yours?
Real to screw a nigga then, hop out four
Clean the wipers, hit the party up and, hop out
Bitch nigga,

With my gripped
Praise the Lord shit, our
If I should die before I

my hands gripped
Praise the Lord shit, our
If I die before I wake

Yo, you fuckin' wit' Mac, you fuckin' wit' the best
Still wall to wall with them Tecs
Man you know how I my shit, S.K. can on my shit
Jump out of vans Hannibal Smith
Man I spit a thousand rounds, squad don't need it
Shredders in a pump leave you quadriplegic
I squeeze don't breathe keep it lined and even
So when niggaz get hit, they be cryin' screamin', lyin',

From iron steamin'
And I tryin' to hear that bullshit, I ain't mean it
start bitchin', when that pistol in they face
Or I sick two puts to come and get you in place
If I you in my shit, I'm wakin' my bitch
take this shit, crackin' the brick, facin' that shit
Takin' two sniffs, grabbin' my shit best if I get hit
Y'all takin' some shit picture niggaz takin' my shit

my hands gripped
Praise the Lord shit, our
If I should die before I

With my gripped
Praise the Lord shit, our
If I should die before I

Niggaz never thought they'd see and Biggie
In the year 2000, all and pissy
Off whiskey, you can me, actin' gay
He's the King of New York, I'm the of L.A.
it the O.G. way, it's sorta like
The Brooklyn Way, it's the crook in me
So is dedicated to the memory of
The Notorious One, the one

And if you go for gun, I got to go for mine
Cock my and separate yo head from yo spine
So, Grab yo dicks if you hip hop and
Fuck you that shot Big Pop
The conspiracy, of nation, for assassination
Of the young black male in this hell
And I can tell, no matter the
That you and Tupac got yo' together California Love

With my hands
Praise the shit, our Father
If I die before I wake

With my gripped
Praise the shit, our Father
If I should die before I

With my hands
Praise the shit, our Father
If I should die I wake