Lyrical Breakdown of If I Should Die Before I Wake (feat. Black Rob, Ice Cube, & Beanie Sigel) - 2005 Remaster - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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Notorious B.I.G. F/ Beanie Siegal, Black Rob, Ice Cube Miscellaneous If I Should Die Before I Wake [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. 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 Niggaz 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: Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 2X) With my hands gripped. praise the Lord shit Our father. if I should die before I wake [Black Rob] Fluck that Snap a nigga shit, smash him with the fifth, 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 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 niggaz thorough kid, how bout yours? Real quick to screw a nigga then, hop out four Clean the wipers, hit the party up and, hop out yours Bitch nigga. whoah. Chorus [Beanie Siegal] Yo when you fuckin wit Mac, you fuckin wit the best Still wall to wall 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 niggaz 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 Niggaz start bitchin, 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 shit, I'm wakin my bitch Hear take this shit, crackin the brick, facin that shit Takin two sniffs, grabbin my shit Best believe if I get hit, y'all niggaz takin some shit Picture niggaz takin my shit Chorus [Ice Cube] Niggaz 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 Cock my nine, and seperate yo' head from yo' spine So, "Grab yo' dicks if you love hip-hop" and Fuck you niggaz 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 Tupac got yo' shit together California Love Chorus