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

What you from his next of kin
I'm loco bro but no Mexican
I got nines in the bedroom, glocks in the
A shotty by the shower if you shoot me while I'm shittin'
The lesson from the and Wesson is depressin'
keep stressin', the same motherfuckin' question
How many does it take, to make my heart stop
And my body to shake, if I should die before I wake

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

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

Fuck that, snap a nigga shit, smash him the fifth
Watch his body lift, shut his hottie's lips, bitch
Hit her body quick got me the trifest not knowin' how my life 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
me all in the free cypher; mad you can't be like us

Some murderers who turn bikers see Smalls
Recruited these alumni do it just like us
Some pied pipers, squeezin' out y'all
all out war, be all wild 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 nigga then, hop out
the wipers, hit the party up and, hop out yours
Bitch nigga,

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

Yo, when you fuckin' wit' Mac, you fuckin' the best
Still wall to wall them dusty Tecs
Man you how I handle my shit, S.K. can on my shit
Jump out of vans like Hannibal
Man I spit a thousand rounds, your don't 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 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 you in my shit, I'm wakin' my bitch
take this shit, crackin' the brick, facin' that shit
Takin' two sniffs, grabbin' my best believe if I get hit
Y'all niggaz takin' some picture niggaz takin' my shit

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

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

Niggaz never they'd see Cube and Biggie
In the year 2000, all drunk and
Off whiskey, you can me, actin' gay
He's the of New York, I'm the King of L.A.
Doin' it the O.G. way, it's like
The Way, it's just the crook in me
So this is dedicated to the 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 shot Big Pop
The conspiracy, of nation, for assassination
Of the young black male in this black
And I can tell, no the weather
That you and Tupac got yo' shit California Love

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

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

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