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

What you expected his next of kin
I'm bro but ain't no Mexican
I got nines in the bedroom, in the kitchen
A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm
The lesson the Smith and Wesson is depressin'
Niggaz stressin', the same motherfuckin' question
How many shots does it take, to make my stop
And my start to shake, if I should die before I wake

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

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

Fuck that, snap a shit, smash him with the fifth
Watch his body lift, shut his hottie's lips, bitch
Hit her quick got me like the trifest 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, spit it witcha pops, you was in
Loved me when you came to
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
pied pipers, squeezin' life out y'all
It's all out war, be all as all outdoor
If a got beef, y'all be checkin' his palm
my niggaz 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 should die before I

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

Yo, when you wit' 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
Jump out of like Hannibal Smith
Man I a thousand rounds, your squad don't need it
Shredders in a pump leave you quadriplegic
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 that bullshit, I ain't mean it
Niggaz start bitchin', when that pistol in face
Or I two puts to come and get you in your place
If I catch you in my shit, I'm wakin' my
take this shit, crackin' the brick, facin' that shit
Takin' two sniffs, grabbin' my shit believe if I get hit
Y'all niggaz takin' some shit picture niggaz takin' my

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

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

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

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

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