If I Should Die Before I Wake

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm on fuck 'em, yeah, yeah

With my hands gripped, praise the

Lord shitFuck her, never knew her, screw her

Dump her body, dump her body

Sewer our

FatherWhat you expected from his next of kin

I'm loco bro but ain't no

MexicanI 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 wakeWith my hands gripped

Praise the

Lord shit, our

FatherIf I should die before

I wakeWith my hands gripped

Praise the

Lord shit, our

FatherIf I should die before

I wakeFuck 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

TurnpikeThe 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

RikersHated 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

FatherIf I should die before

I wakeWith my hands gripped

Praise the

Lord shit, our

FatherIf I should die before

I wakeYo, when you fuckin' wit'

Mac, you fuckin' wit' the best

Still wall to wall with them dusty

TecsMan 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 hitY'all niggaz takin' some shit picture niggaz takin' my shit

With my hands gripped

Praise the

Lord shit, our

FatherIf I should die before

I wakeWith my hands gripped

Praise the

Lord shit, our

FatherIf I should die before

I wakeNiggaz 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 PopThe 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

LoveWith my hands gripped

Praise the

Lord shit, our

FatherIf I should die before

I wakeWith my hands gripped

Praise the

Lord shit, our

FatherIf I should die before

I wakeWith my hands gripped

Praise the

Lord shit, our

FatherIf I should die before

I wake