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

What you expected from his of kin
I'm loco bro but ain't no
I got nines in the bedroom, 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 my heart stop
And my start to shake, if I should die before I wake

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

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

Fuck that, 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 not knowin' how my life is
My life is, rap sheet long as the
The sheistest, hey fella, who bidded the lifers
Did it the glocks, spit 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 bikers see Biggie
Recruited these alumni do it just like us
Some pipers, squeezin' life out y'all
It's all out war, be all wild as all
If a coward got beef, y'all be his palm
Paralyzin' my niggaz thorough kid, how bout
Real to screw a nigga then, hop out four
Clean the wipers, hit the up and, hop out yours
nigga, whoah

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

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

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

From that steamin'
And I tryin' to hear that bullshit, I ain't mean it
Niggaz start bitchin', when that in they face
Or I sick two puts to and get you in your place
If I you in my shit, I'm wakin' my bitch
Hear take shit, crackin' the brick, facin' that shit
Takin' two sniffs, grabbin' my shit 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
Praise the Lord shit, our
If I should die before I

Niggaz never thought they'd see and Biggie
In the year 2000, all and pissy
Off whiskey, you can me, actin' gay
He's the King of New York, I'm the of L.A.
Doin' it the O.G. way, it's sorta
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 from yo
So, Grab yo if you love hip hop and
Fuck you niggaz that Big Pop
The conspiracy, of this nation, for
Of the young black in this black hell
And I can tell, no the weather
That you and got yo' shit together California Love

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

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

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