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the notorious b.i.g. - if i should die before i wake lyrics

[intro: notorious b.i.g.]
uhh.. uhh
yeah..
uhh.. uhh..
uh! yeah.. yeah..
uhh..
i’m on..
f-ck em.. yeah, uhh..
with my hands gripped, praise the lord sh-t
f-ck her, never knew her
screw her.. (dump her body, dump her body) sewer
our father.. uh-huh..

[verse 1: the notorious b.i.g.]
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 sh-ttin
uhh, the lesson from the smith and wessun is depressin
n-ggas keep stressin, the same motherf-ckin 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

[chorus: the notorious b.i.g.]
with my hands gripped, praise the lord sh-t
our father, if i should die before i wake
with my hands gripped, praise the lord sh-t
our father, if i should die before i wake

[verse 2: black rob]
fluck that, snap a n-gga sh-t, smash him with the 5th, watch his body lift
shut his hottie’s lips, b-tch 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 n-ggas thorough kid, how bout yours?
real quick to screw a n-gga then, pop out four
clean the wipers, hit the party up and, hop out yours
b-tch n-gga, whoah

[verse 3: beanie sigel]
yo, when you f-ckin with mac, you f-ckin with the best
i’m still going to war with them dusty tecs
man you know how i handle my sh-t, s.k. can on my sh-t
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 n-ggas get hit, they be cryin screamin
lyin bleedin from that iron steamin
and i ain’t tryin to hear that bullsh-t, i ain’t mean it
n-ggas start b-tchin, 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 sh-t, i’m wakin my b-tch
hear take this sh-t, crackin the brick, facin that sh-t
takin two sniffs, grabbing my sh-t
best believe if i get hit, y’all n-ggas takin some sh-t
picture n-ggas takin my sh-t

[verse 4: ice cube]
n-ggas never thought they’d see cube and biggie
in the year 2000 all drunk and p-ssy
off whiskey, you can miss me acting g-y
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
c-ck my nine and seperate your head from your spine
so, “grab yo’ d-cks if you love hip-hop” and
f-ck you n-ggas that shot big pop’
the conspiracy of this nation for -ss-ssination
of the young black male in this black h-ll
and i can tell, no matter the weather
that you and 2pac got your sh-t together
california love

- the notorious b i g lyrics

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