Uhh, uh 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 Wesson is depressin' Niggas 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 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 is 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 niggas 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 goin' to war 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 niggas 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 Niggas start bitchin', when that pistol in they face Or I sick two pits 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 niggas takin' some shit Picture niggas 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 Niggas 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 OG 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 niggas 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