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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, when you fuckin' wit' Mac, you 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 like Hannibal Smith
Man I spit a thousand rounds, squad don't need it
Shredders in a pump leave you quadriplegic
When I squeeze don't breathe it lined and even
So when niggaz get hit, they be screamin', lyin', bleedin'

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

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

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

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

And if you go for gun, I got to go for mine
my nine and separate yo head from yo spine
So, Grab yo if you love hip hop and
Fuck you 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 California Love

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

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

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