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Yeah, yeah,
I'm on fuck 'em, yeah,
With my hands gripped, praise the Lord
Fuck her, knew her, screw her
her body, dump her body
Sewer our

What you expected from his of kin
I'm loco bro but ain't no
I got nines in the bedroom, glocks in the
A by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm shittin'
The lesson from the Smith and Wesson is
Niggaz keep stressin', the same question
How many does it take, to make my heart stop
And my body start to shake, if I should die I wake

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

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

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

Some murderers who bikers see Biggie Smalls
these snipers alumni do it just like us
Some pied pipers, squeezin' life out
all out war, be all wild as all outdoor
If a coward got beef, y'all be his palm
my niggaz thorough kid, how bout yours?
Real quick to a nigga then, hop out four
Clean the wipers, hit the up and, hop out yours
Bitch nigga,

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

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

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

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

With my gripped
the Lord shit, our Father
If I die before I wake

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

Niggaz never thought they'd see and Biggie
In the 2000, all drunk and pissy
Off whiskey, you can miss me, 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 just the in me
So this is 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, yo dicks if you love hip hop and
you niggaz that shot Big Pop
The conspiracy, of this nation, for
Of the young black male in black hell
And I can tell, no matter the
That you and Tupac got yo' shit together Love

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

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

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