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Yeah, yeah,
I'm on 'em, yeah, yeah
With my 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 in the bedroom, glocks in the kitchen
A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me I'm shittin'
The from the Smith and Wesson is depressin'
Niggaz keep stressin', the same motherfuckin'
How many shots does it take, to make my stop
And my body to shake, if I should die before I wake

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

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

that, snap a nigga shit, smash him with the fifth
Watch his lift, shut his hottie's lips, bitch screamin'
Hit her body quick got me like the trifest not 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
me when 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 snipers do it just like us
Some pied pipers, squeezin' out y'all
all out war, be all wild as all outdoor
If a coward got beef, be checkin' his palm
Paralyzin' my niggaz kid, how bout yours?
Real to screw a nigga then, hop out four
Clean the wipers, hit the up and, hop out yours
Bitch nigga,

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

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

Yo, when you fuckin' wit' Mac, you fuckin' wit' the
Still wall to wall them dusty 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, your squad need it
Shredders in a pump leave you quadriplegic
When I squeeze don't breathe keep it lined and
So when niggaz get hit, they be cryin' screamin', lyin',

From iron steamin'
And I tryin' to hear that bullshit, I ain't 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
Takin' two sniffs, grabbin' my shit best if I get hit
Y'all niggaz takin' some picture niggaz takin' my shit

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

my hands 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 me, actin' gay
the King 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 One, the glorious one

And if you go for gun, I got to go for mine
Cock my nine and separate yo head yo spine
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 black
And I can tell, no the weather
That you and Tupac got yo' together California Love

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

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

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