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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
her body, dump her body
Sewer our

you expected from his next of kin
I'm loco bro but ain't no
I got nines in the bedroom, glocks in the
A shotty by the shower if you wanna me while I'm shittin'
The lesson the Smith and Wesson is depressin'
Niggaz keep stressin', the motherfuckin' question
How shots does it take, to make 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 die before I wake

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

Fuck that, snap a nigga shit, him with the fifth
Watch his body lift, his hottie's lips, bitch screamin'
Hit her quick got me like the trifest not knowin' how my life is
My is, rap sheet long 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 you came to Rikers
Hated me all in the free cypher; mad you be like us

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

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

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

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

From that steamin'
And I ain't tryin' to hear bullshit, I ain't mean it
Niggaz 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 niggaz some shit picture niggaz takin' my shit

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

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

Niggaz thought they'd see Cube 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.
Doin' it the O.G. way, it's like
The Brooklyn Way, it's the crook in me
So this is to the memory of
The Notorious One, the one

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

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

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

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