text: Uhh.. UHH
  Yeah..
  Uhh.. uhh..
  Uh! Yeah.. yeah..
  Uhh..
  Im on..
  Fuck em.. yeah, uhh..
  With my hands gripped, praise the Lord shit
  Fuck her, never knew her
  Screw her.. sewer
  Our father.. uh-huh..
  What you expected from his next of kin
  Im loco bro, but aint no Mexican
  I got nines in the bedroom, Glocks in the kitchen
  A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while Im 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 hotties 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 cant 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 yall
  Its all out war, be all wild as all outdoor
  If a coward got beef, yall 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
  Im 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 dont need it
  Shredders in a riot pump leave you quadriplegic
  When I squeeze dont breathe keep it lined and even
  So when niggas get hit, they be cryin screamin
  Lyin bleedin from that iron steamin
  And I aint tryin to hear that bullshit, I aint 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, Im 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, yall 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 theyd see Cube and Biggie
  In the year 2000 all drunk and pissy
  Off whiskey, you can miss me acting gay
  Hes the King of New York, Im the King of L.A
  Doin it the O.G. way, its sorta like
  The Brooklyn Way, its 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