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

What you expected his next of kin
I'm loco bro but no Mexican
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 Smith and Wesson is
Niggaz keep stressin', the same question
How many shots does it take, to make my stop
And my body start to shake, if I should die I wake

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, you fuckin' wit' Mac, you fuckin' wit' the best
Still wall to wall with them Tecs
Man you know how I handle my shit, S.K. can on my
Jump out of vans like Smith
Man I spit a 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 niggaz get hit, they be cryin' screamin', lyin', bleedin'

that iron 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 puts to come and get you in your
If I catch you in my shit, I'm wakin' my
take this shit, crackin' the brick, facin' that shit
Takin' two sniffs, my shit best believe if I get hit
Y'all niggaz takin' some shit picture takin' my shit

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

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

Niggaz never thought they'd see and Biggie
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, it's sorta
The Way, it's just the crook in me
So is dedicated to the memory of
The One, the glorious one

And if you go for your gun, I got to go for
Cock my nine and separate yo head yo spine
So, yo dicks if you love hip hop and
Fuck you niggaz that Big Pop
The conspiracy, of nation, for assassination
Of the young black 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 Lord shit, our
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 Lord shit, our
If I should die I wake