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 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 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 shiestiest, 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 fucking with Mac, you fucking with the best
I'm still going 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'
Lying, bleeding, from that iron steaming
And I ain't tryin to hear that bullshit, I ain't mean it
Niggas start bitching when that pistol in their 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
'Here, take this' shit, cracking the brick, facing that shit
Taking two sniffs, grabbing my shit
Best believe if I get hit, y'all niggas taking some shit
Picture niggas taking 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 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 seperate your head from your spine
So, 'Grab your 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...'