If I Should Die Before I Wake Lyrics

If I Should Die Before I Wake lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm on fuck 'em, yeah, yeah

With my hands gripped, praise the Lord shit

Fuck her, never knew her, screw her

Dump her body, dump her body

Sewer our Father



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'

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 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



Fuck 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



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 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



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



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 separate 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



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



With my hands gripped

Praise the Lord shit, our Father

If I should die before I wake