If I Should Die Before I Wake Lyrics - Black Rob

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 

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 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.. 

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 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 

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 

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 

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