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

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 and Wesson is depressin'
Niggaz stressin', the same motherfuckin' question
How many shots does it take, to my heart stop
And my body start to shake, if I should die I wake

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

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

that, snap a nigga shit, smash him with the fifth
Watch his body lift, shut his hottie's lips, bitch
Hit her body 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 the lifers
Did it the glocks, spit it witcha pops, you was in diapers
Loved me when you to Rikers
Hated me all in the free cypher; mad you can't be us

Some murderers who turn bikers see Smalls
Recruited these snipers alumni do it just us
Some pied pipers, squeezin' life out
It's all out war, be all wild as all
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
Clean the wipers, hit the party up and, hop out
nigga, whoah

With my gripped
Praise the shit, our Father
If I die before 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 how I handle my shit, S.K. can on my shit
Jump out of like Hannibal Smith
Man I a thousand rounds, your squad don't need it
Shredders in a riot pump leave you
When I don't breathe keep it lined and even
So when niggaz get hit, be cryin' screamin', lyin', bleedin'

From that iron
And I ain't tryin' to hear that bullshit, I mean it
Niggaz bitchin', when that pistol in they face
Or I sick two puts to come and get you in your
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' some picture niggaz takin' my shit

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

With my gripped
Praise the 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 miss me, gay
He's the King of New York, I'm the 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 gun, I got to go for mine
Cock my nine and separate yo from yo spine
So, Grab yo dicks if you hip hop and
you niggaz that shot Big Pop
The conspiracy, of nation, for assassination
Of the young black male in black 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 should die 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 before I