If I Should Die Before I Wake

Notorious B.I.G.

  • 																					[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..

    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 Wessun 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

    Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 2X)

    With my hands gripped.. praise the Lord shit
    Our father.. if I should die before I wake

    [Black Rob]
    Fluck 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..

    Chorus

    [Beanie Siegal]
    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

    Chorus

    [Ice Cube]
    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 seperate 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

    Chorus

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