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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
Dump her body, dump her
our Father

What you expected from his of kin
I'm loco bro but no Mexican
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 is depressin'
Niggaz stressin', the same motherfuckin' question
How many shots does it take, to my heart stop
And my body to shake, if I should die before I wake

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

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

Fuck that, snap a nigga shit, smash him with the
his body lift, shut his hottie's lips, bitch screamin'
Hit her quick 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 with the
Did it with the glocks, spit it pops, you was in diapers
Loved me you came to Rikers
Hated me all in the free mad you can't be like us

Some who turn bikers see Biggie Smalls
Recruited these snipers 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, y'all be checkin' his
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 Lord shit, our
If I should die before I

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

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

that iron steamin'
And I ain't to hear that bullshit, I ain't mean it
start bitchin', when that pistol 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 this shit, crackin' the brick, that shit
Takin' two sniffs, grabbin' my best believe if I get hit
Y'all niggaz some shit picture niggaz takin' my shit

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

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

Niggaz thought they'd see Cube and Biggie
In the 2000, all drunk and pissy
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, just the crook in me
So this is dedicated to the of
The Notorious One, the one

And if you go for your gun, I got to go for
my nine and separate yo head from yo spine
So, yo dicks if you love hip hop and
Fuck you niggaz that Big Pop
The conspiracy, of this nation, for
Of the black male in this black hell
And I can tell, no matter the
you and Tupac got yo' shit together California Love

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

With my hands
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