"If I Should Die Before I Wake" lyrics
(feat. Beanie Siegal, Black Rob, Ice Cube)
Uh uh
Yeah
Ugh ugh
Uh! Yeah yeah
Ugh
I'm on
Fuck em yeah, ugh
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'
Ugh, the lesson from the Smith and Wesson is depressing
Niggas keep stressing, 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 screaming, hit her body quick
Got me like the trifest not knowing 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 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, squeezing life out y'all
It's all out war, be all wild as all outdoor
If a coward got beef, y'all be checking his palm
Paralyzing, 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, whoa
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're fuckin' with Mac, you're 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 crying screaming
Lying bleeding from that iron steaming
And I ain't trying 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 waking my bitch
Hear 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
Doing 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 separate 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
Yeah
Ugh ugh
Uh! Yeah yeah
Ugh
I'm on
Fuck em yeah, ugh
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'
Ugh, the lesson from the Smith and Wesson is depressing
Niggas keep stressing, 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 screaming, hit her body quick
Got me like the trifest not knowing 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 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, squeezing life out y'all
It's all out war, be all wild as all outdoor
If a coward got beef, y'all be checking his palm
Paralyzing, 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, whoa
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're fuckin' with Mac, you're 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 crying screaming
Lying bleeding from that iron steaming
And I ain't trying 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 waking my bitch
Hear 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
Doing 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 separate 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
Writer(s): O'Shea Jackson, Robert Ross, Christopher Wallace, Deric Michael Angelettie, Dwight Grant, Eric Matlock, Henri Charlemagne
