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Yeah, yeah,
I'm on fuck 'em, yeah,
With my hands gripped, praise the Lord
her, never knew her, screw her
Dump her body, her body
Sewer our

What you expected his next of kin
I'm bro but ain't 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 and Wesson is depressin'
Niggaz stressin', the same motherfuckin' question
How shots does it take, to make my heart stop
And my start to shake, if I should die before I wake

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

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

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

Some murderers who bikers see Biggie Smalls
Recruited these 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 coward got beef, be checkin' his palm
Paralyzin' my niggaz kid, how bout yours?
Real to screw a nigga then, hop out four
the wipers, hit the party up and, hop out yours
Bitch nigga,

With my hands
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, you fuckin' 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
out of vans like Hannibal Smith
Man I spit a thousand rounds, your squad don't it
Shredders in a riot pump leave you
When I squeeze breathe keep it lined and even
So when niggaz get hit, they be cryin' screamin', lyin',

From that iron
And I ain't to hear that bullshit, I ain't mean it
Niggaz start bitchin', when that 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' shit
two sniffs, grabbin' my shit best believe if I get hit
Y'all niggaz takin' some shit picture niggaz my shit

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

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

Niggaz thought they'd see Cube and Biggie
In the year 2000, all drunk and
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, it's like
The Brooklyn Way, it's just the 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 matter the
That you and Tupac got yo' shit California Love

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

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

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