Beanie Sigel - If I Should Die Before I Wake lyrics

[Notorious B.I.G.] Uhh.. UHH Yeah.. Uhh.. uhh.. Uh! Yeah.. yeah.. Uhh.. I'm on.. f** em.. yeah, uhh.. With my hands gripped.. praise the Lord sh** f** 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 sh**tin Uhh, the lesson from the Smith and Wessun is depressin n***as keep stressin, the same motherf**in 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 sh** Our father.. if I should die before I wake [Black Rob] Fluck that Snap a n***a sh**, smash him with the fifth, watch his body lift Shut his hottie's lips, b**h 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 n***as thorough kid, how bout yours? Real quick to screw a n***a then, hop out four Clean the wipers, hit the party up and, hop out yours b**h n***a.. whoah.. Chorus [Beanie Sigel] Yo when you f**in wit Mac, you f**in wit the best Still going to war with them dusty Tecs Man you know how I handle my sh**, S.K. can on my sh** 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 n***as get hit, they be cryin screamin Lyin bleedin -- from that iron steamin And I ain't tryin to hear that bullsh**, I ain't mean it n***as start b**hin, when that pistol in they face Or I sick two pits to come and get you in your place If I catch you in my sh**, I'm wakin my b**h Hear take this sh**, crackin the brick, facin that sh** Takin two sniffs, grabbin my sh** Best believe if I get hit, y'all n***as takin some sh** Picture n***as takin my sh** Chorus [Ice Cube] n***as 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 co*k my nine, and seperate yo' head from yo' spine So, "Grab yo' dicks if you love hip-hop" and f** you n***as that shot Big Pop' The conspiracy, of this nation, for a**a**ination Of the young black male in this black hell And I can tell, no matter the weather That you and 2Pac got yo' sh** together California Love Chorus