Yeah, yeah, yeah   I'm on fuck 'em, yeah, yeah   With my hands gripped, praise the Lord shit   Fuck her, never knew her, screw her   Dump her body, dump her body   Sewer our Father      What you expected from his next of kin   I'm loco bro but ain't no Mexican   I got nines in the bedroom, glocks in the kitchen   A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm shittin'   The lesson from the Smith and Wesson is depressin'   Niggaz keep stressin', the same motherfuckin' question   How many shots does it take, to make my heart stop   And my body start to shake, if I should die before I wake      With my hands gripped   Praise the Lord shit, our Father   If I should die before I wake      With my hands gripped   Praise the Lord shit, our Father   If I should die before I wake      Fuck that, snap a nigga shit, smash him with the fifth   Watch his body lift, shut his hottie's lips, bitch screamin'   Hit her body quick got me like the trifest not knowin' how my life is   My life is, rap sheet long as the Turnpike   The sheistest, hey fella, who bidded with the lifers   Did it with the glocks, spit it witcha pops, you was in diapers   Loved me when you came to Rikers   Hated me all in the free cypher; mad you can't be like us      Some murderers who turn bikers see Biggie Smalls   Recruited these snipers alumni do it just like us   Some pied pipers, squeezin' life out y'all   It's all out war, be all wild as all outdoor   If a coward got beef, y'all be checkin' his palm   Paralyzin' my niggaz thorough kid, how bout yours?   Real quick to screw a nigga then, hop out four   Clean the wipers, hit the party up and, hop out yours   Bitch nigga, whoah      With my hands gripped   Praise the Lord shit, our Father   If I should die before I wake      With my hands gripped   Praise the Lord shit, our Father   If I should die before I wake      Yo, when you fuckin' wit' Mac, you fuckin' wit' the best   Still wall to wall with them dusty Tecs   Man you know how I handle my shit, S.K. can on my shit   Jump out of vans like Hannibal Smith   Man I spit a thousand rounds, your squad don't need it   Shredders in a riot pump leave you quadriplegic   When I squeeze don't breathe keep it lined and even   So when niggaz get hit, they be cryin' screamin', lyin', bleedin'      From that iron steamin'   And I ain't tryin' to hear that bullshit, I ain't mean it   Niggaz start bitchin', when that pistol in they face   Or I sick two puts to come and get you in your place   If I catch you in my shit, I'm wakin' my bitch   Hear take this shit, crackin' the brick, facin' that shit   Takin' two sniffs, grabbin' my shit best believe if I get hit   Y'all niggaz takin' some shit picture niggaz takin' my shit      With my hands gripped   Praise the Lord shit, our Father   If I should die before I wake      With my hands gripped   Praise the Lord shit, our Father   If I should die before I wake      Niggaz never thought they'd see Cube and Biggie   In the year 2000, all drunk and pissy   Off whiskey, you can miss me, actin' gay   He's the King of New York, I'm the King of L.A.   Doin' it the O.G. way, it's sorta like   The Brooklyn Way, it's just the crook in me   So this is dedicated to the memory of   The Notorious One, the glorious one      And if you go for your gun, I got to go for mine   Cock my nine and separate yo head from yo spine   So, Grab yo dicks if you love hip hop and   Fuck you niggaz that shot Big Pop   The conspiracy, of this nation, for assassination   Of the young black male in this black hell   And I can tell, no matter the weather   That you and Tupac got yo' shit together California Love      With my hands gripped   Praise the Lord shit, our Father   If I should die before I wake      With my hands gripped   Praise the Lord shit, our Father   If I should die before I wake      With my hands gripped   Praise the Lord shit, our Father   If I should die before I wake