The Notorious B.I.G., Beanie Sigel, Ice Cube, Black Rob - If I Should Die Before I Wake lyrics

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
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 5th, 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 with your 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
Pop 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 with Mac
You fuckin with the best
I'm still going to war with them dusty Tecs
Man you know how I handle my shit
SK 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 pit's 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, grabbing 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 acting gay
He's the King of New York, I'm the King of LA
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 your
Head from your 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 2Pac got your 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