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... 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.. [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 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 [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.] 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..." [Verse 2: Black Rob] 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 [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.] 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..." [Verse 3: Beanie Sigel] 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 [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.] 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..." [Verse 4: Ice Cube] 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 [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.] 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..."