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Yeah, yeah,
I'm on fuck 'em, yeah,
With my hands gripped, the Lord shit
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 in the bedroom, glocks in the kitchen
A shotty by the shower if you shoot me while I'm shittin'
The lesson from the Smith and Wesson is
Niggaz stressin', the same motherfuckin' question
How many shots does it take, to make my heart
And my body start to shake, if I should die before I

my hands 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

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

Some murderers who turn 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, y'all be his palm
Paralyzin' my niggaz thorough kid, how yours?
Real quick to screw a nigga then, hop out
the wipers, hit the party up and, hop out yours
Bitch nigga,

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

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

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

From that steamin'
And I ain't tryin' to that bullshit, I ain't mean it
Niggaz start bitchin', when pistol in they face
Or I sick two to come and get you in your place
If I catch you in my shit, I'm wakin' my
Hear take shit, crackin' the brick, facin' that shit
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 should die I wake

Niggaz never thought they'd see Cube and
In the year 2000, all drunk and
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 just the 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 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 nation, for assassination
Of the young black male in this hell
And I can tell, no the weather
That you and Tupac got yo' shit together California

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

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

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