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