[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 s***
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 s***tin
Uhh, the lesson from the Smith and Wessun is depressin
n***** keep stressin, the same m*********** 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 s***
Our father.. if I should die before I wake
[Black Rob]
Fluck that
Snap a n**** s***, smash him with the fifth, watch his body lift
Shut his hottie's lips, b**** 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***** thorough kid, how bout yours?
Real quick to screw a n**** then, hop out four
Clean the wipers, hit the party up and, hop out yours
b**** n****.. whoah..
Chorus
[Beanie Siegal]
Yo when you f***** wit Mac, you f***** wit the best
Still wall to wall with them dusty Tecs
Man you know how I handle my s***, S.K. can on my s***
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***** 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
n***** start b******, 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 s***, I'm wakin my b****
Hear take this s***, crackin the brick, facin that s***
Takin two sniffs, grabbin my s***
Best believe if I get hit, y'all n***** takin some s***
Picture n***** takin my s***
Chorus
[Ice Cube]
n***** never thought they'd see Cube and Biggie
in the year 2000, all drunk and p***y
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
c*** my nine, and seperate yo' head from yo' spine
So, "Grab yo' d***s if you love hip-hop" and
f*** you n***** that shot Big Pop'
The conspiracy, of this nation, for a**assination
of the young black male in this black hell
And I can tell, no matter the weather
that you and Tupac got yo' s*** together
California Love
Chorus
Uhh.. UHH
Yeah..
Uhh.. uhh..
Uh! Yeah.. yeah..
Uhh..
I'm on..
f*** em.. yeah, uhh..
With my hands gripped.. praise the Lord s***
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 s***tin
Uhh, the lesson from the Smith and Wessun is depressin
n***** keep stressin, the same m*********** 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 s***
Our father.. if I should die before I wake
[Black Rob]
Fluck that
Snap a n**** s***, smash him with the fifth, watch his body lift
Shut his hottie's lips, b**** 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***** thorough kid, how bout yours?
Real quick to screw a n**** then, hop out four
Clean the wipers, hit the party up and, hop out yours
b**** n****.. whoah..
Chorus
[Beanie Siegal]
Yo when you f***** wit Mac, you f***** wit the best
Still wall to wall with them dusty Tecs
Man you know how I handle my s***, S.K. can on my s***
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***** 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
n***** start b******, 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 s***, I'm wakin my b****
Hear take this s***, crackin the brick, facin that s***
Takin two sniffs, grabbin my s***
Best believe if I get hit, y'all n***** takin some s***
Picture n***** takin my s***
Chorus
[Ice Cube]
n***** never thought they'd see Cube and Biggie
in the year 2000, all drunk and p***y
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
c*** my nine, and seperate yo' head from yo' spine
So, "Grab yo' d***s if you love hip-hop" and
f*** you n***** that shot Big Pop'
The conspiracy, of this nation, for a**assination
of the young black male in this black hell
And I can tell, no matter the weather
that you and Tupac got yo' s*** together
California Love
Chorus