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

you expected from his next of kin
I'm loco bro but ain't no
I got in the bedroom, glocks in the kitchen
A shotty by the shower if you shoot me while I'm shittin'
The from the Smith and Wesson is depressin'
Niggaz keep stressin', the same motherfuckin'
How many shots it take, to make my heart stop
And my body to shake, if I should die before I wake

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

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

Fuck that, a nigga shit, smash him with the fifth
his body lift, shut his hottie's lips, bitch screamin'
Hit her body quick got me like the trifest not how my life is
My life is, rap sheet as the Turnpike
The sheistest, hey fella, who bidded the lifers
Did it with the glocks, 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

murderers who turn bikers see Biggie Smalls
Recruited these snipers alumni do it like us
pied pipers, squeezin' life out y'all
It's all out war, be all wild as all
If a got beef, y'all be checkin' his palm
my niggaz thorough kid, how bout yours?
Real to screw a nigga then, hop out four
the wipers, hit the party up and, hop out yours
Bitch nigga,

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

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

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

From that steamin'
And I ain't tryin' to hear that bullshit, I ain't it
Niggaz bitchin', when that pistol in they face
Or I sick two to come and get you in your place
If I you in my shit, I'm wakin' my bitch
take this shit, crackin' the brick, facin' that shit
Takin' two sniffs, grabbin' my best believe if I get hit
niggaz takin' 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 miss me, gay
He's the of New York, I'm the King of L.A.
it the O.G. way, it's sorta like
The Way, it's just the crook in me
So this is to the memory of
The One, the glorious one

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

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

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

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