The Notorious B.I.G.
앨범 : Born Again

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 -