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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Beanie Sigel
Beanie Sigel
Stimme und Gesang
Black Rob
Black Rob
Stimme und Gesang
Ice Cube
Ice Cube
Stimme und Gesang
The Notorious B.I.G.
The Notorious B.I.G.
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Christopher Wallace
Christopher Wallace
Songwriter:in
Deric Angelettie
Deric Angelettie
Songwriter:in
Dwight Grant
Dwight Grant
Songwriter:in
Henri Charlemagne
Henri Charlemagne
Songwriter:in
O'Shea Jackson
O'Shea Jackson
Songwriter:in
Robert Ross
Robert Ross
Songwriter:in
Eric Matlock
Eric Matlock
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Henri Charlemagne
Henri Charlemagne
Produzent:in
Garrette "Blake" Smith
Garrette "Blake" Smith
Zusätzliche:r Produzent:in
Kamel Abdo
Kamel Abdo
Ingenieurassistent:in
Lynn Montrose
Lynn Montrose
Ingenieurassistent:in
Eric Matlock
Eric Matlock
Produzent:in
Ed Raso
Ed Raso
Mischtechniker:in
Deric "D-Dot" Angelettie
Deric "D-Dot" Angelettie
Produzent:in
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Roger Che
Roger Che
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Harve "Joe Hooker" Pierre
Harve "Joe Hooker" Pierre
Produzent:in für Gesangsaufnahmen

Letras

[Verse 1]
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'
**** 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
[Verse 2]
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]
Fluck that, snap 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 **** thorough kid, how 'bout yours?
Real quick to screw a **** then, pop out four
Clean the wipers, hit the party up and, hop out yours
Bitch ****, whoa
[Verse 4]
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 5]
Yo, when you fuckin' with Mac, you fuckin' 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 **** 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
**** start bitchin', when that pistol in they 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
Here take this shit, crackin' the brick, facin' that shit
Takin two sniffs, grabbing my shit
Best believe if I get hit, y'all **** takin some shit
Picture **** takin' my shit
[Verse 6]
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 7]
**** 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 yo' dicks if you love Hip-Hop" and
Fuck you **** 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
[Verse 8]
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
Written by: Christopher Wallace, Deric Angelettie, Dwight Grant, Eric Matlock, Henri Charlemagne, O'Shea Jackson, Robert Ross
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