If I Should Die Before I Wake

<br>[Notorious B.I.G.]<br>Uhh.. UHH<br>Yeah..<br>Uhh.. uhh.. <br>Uh! Yeah.. yeah..<br>Uhh..<br>I`m on..<br>Fuck em.. yeah, uhh..<br>With my hands gripped.. praise the Lord shit<br>Fuck her, never knew her<br>Screw her.. (dump her body, dump her body) sewer<br>Our father.. uh-huh..<br><br>What you expected from his next of kin<br>I`m loco bro, but ain`t no Mexican<br>I got nines in the bedroom, glocks in the kitchen<br>A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I`m shittin<br>Uhh, the lesson from the Smith and Wessun is depressin<br>Niggaz keep stressin, the same motherfuckin question<br>How many shots does it take, to make my heart stop<br>and my body start to shake, if I should die before I wake<br><br>Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 2X)<br><br>With my hands gripped.. praise the Lord shit<br>Our father.. if I should die before I wake<br><br>[Black Rob]<br>Fluck that<br>Snap a nigga shit, smash him with the fifth, watch his body lift<br>Shut his hottie`s lips, bitch screamin, hit her body quick<br>Got me like the trifest not knowin how my life is<br>My life is, rap sheet long as the Turnpike<br>The sheistest, hey fella, who bidded with the lifers<br>Did it with the glocks, spit it witcha pops, you was in diapers<br>Loved me when you came to Rikers<br>Hated me all in the free cypher; mad you can`t be like us<br>Some murderers who turn bikers -- see Biggie Smalls<br>recruited these snipers -- alumni do it just like us<br>Some pied pipers, squeezin life out y`all<br>It`s all out war, be all wild as all outdoor<br>If a coward got beef, y`all be checkin his palm<br>Paralyzin my niggaz thorough kid, how bout yours?<br>Real quick to screw a nigga then, hop out four<br>Clean the wipers, hit the party up and, hop out yours<br>Bitch nigga.. whoah..<br><br>Chorus<br><br>[Beanie Siegal]<br>Yo when you fuckin wit Mac, you fuckin wit the best<br>Still wall to wall with them dusty Tecs<br>Man you know how I handle my shit, S.K. can on my shit<br>Jump out of vans like Hannibal Smith<br>Man I spit a thousand rounds, your squad don`t need it<br>Shredders in a riot pump leave you quadriplegic<br>When I squeeze don`t breathe keep it lined and even<br>So when niggaz get hit, they be cryin screamin<br>Lyin bleedin -- from that iron steamin<br>And I ain`t tryin to hear that bullshit, I ain`t mean it<br>Niggaz start bitchin, when that pistol in they face<br>or I sick two puts to come and get you in your place<br>If I catch you in my shit, I`m wakin my bitch<br>Hear take this shit, crackin the brick, facin that shit<br>Takin two sniffs, grabbin my shit<br>Best believe if I get hit, y`all niggaz takin some shit<br>Picture niggaz takin my shit<br><br>Chorus<br><br>[Ice Cube]<br>Niggaz never thought they`d see Cube and Biggie<br>in the year 2000, all drunk and pissy<br>off whiskey, you can miss me, actin gay<br>He`s the King of New York, I`m the King of L.A.<br>Doin it the O.G. way; it`s sorta like<br>the Brooklyn Way, it`s just the crook in me<br>So this is dedicated to the memory of<br>the Notorious One, the glorious one<br>And if you go for your gun, I got to go for mine<br>Cock my nine, and seperate yo` head from yo` spine<br>So, "Grab yo` dicks if you love hip-hop" and<br>fuck you niggaz that shot Big Pop`<br>The conspiracy, of this nation, for assassination<br>of the young black male in this black hell<br>And I can tell, no matter the weather<br>that you and Tupac got yo` shit together<br>California Love<br><br>Chorus