[Intro: Notorious B.I.G.]
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..

[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
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
N***as 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

[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.]
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
[Verse 2: Black Rob]
Fluck that, snap a n***a shit, smash him with the 5th, 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 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, 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, pop out four
Clean the wipers, hit the party up and, hop out yours
Bitch n***a, whoah

[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.]
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

[Verse 3: Beanie Sigel]
Yo, when you fucking with Mac, you 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 n***as get hit, they be cryin screamin
Lyin bleeding from that iron steaming
And I ain't tryin to hear that bullshit, I ain't mean it
N***as 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 wakin 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 n***as taking some shit
Picture n***as taking my shit
[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.]
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

[Verse 4: 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 acting 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 your head from your spine
So, "Grab your dicks if you love hip-hop" and
Fuck you n***as 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

[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.]
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