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

you expected from his next of kin
I'm loco bro but no Mexican
I got in the bedroom, glocks in the kitchen
A by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm shittin'
The lesson from the and Wesson is depressin'
Niggaz stressin', the same motherfuckin' question
How many shots does it take, to make my heart
And my body start to shake, if I should die before I

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

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

Fuck that, snap a shit, smash him with the fifth
his body lift, shut his hottie's 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 with the
Did it with the glocks, spit it pops, you was in diapers
Loved me when you to Rikers
Hated me all in the free mad you can't be like us

murderers who turn bikers see Biggie Smalls
Recruited snipers alumni do it just like us
pied pipers, squeezin' life out y'all
It's all out war, be all as all outdoor
If a coward got beef, be checkin' his palm
Paralyzin' my thorough kid, how bout yours?
Real quick to screw a then, hop out four
the wipers, hit the party 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 shit, our Father
If I should die I wake

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

From iron steamin'
And I ain't to hear that bullshit, I ain't mean it
Niggaz start bitchin', when pistol in they face
Or I sick two puts to and get you in your place
If I catch you in my shit, I'm my bitch
Hear 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

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

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

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

And if you go for your gun, I got to go for
Cock my nine and separate yo from yo spine
So, Grab yo if you love hip hop and
you niggaz that shot Big Pop
The conspiracy, of this nation, for
Of the young black in this 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 before I

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

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