(feat. Beanie Siegal, Black Rob, Ice Cube)    [Notorious B.I.G.]  Uhh.. UHH  Yeah..  Uhh.. uhh..   Uh! Yeah.. yeah..  Uhh..  I'm on..  Fuck em.. yeah, uhh..  With my hands gripped.. praise the Lord shit  Fuck her, never knew her  Screw her.. (dump her body, dump her body) sewer  Our father.. uh-huh..    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  Uhh, the lesson from the Smith and Wessun 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    [Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 2X)]    With my hands gripped.. praise the Lord shit  Our father.. if I should die before I wake    [Black Rob]  Fluck 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..    [Chorus]    [Beanie Siegal]  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    [Chorus]    [Ice Cube]  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 seperate 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    [Chorus]