Somebody's Gotta Die

I'm sitting in the crib dreaming about Leer jets and coupes

The way salt shoops and how to sell records like Snoop

Oops, I'm interrupted by a doorbell

3:52, who the hell is this?

I gets up quick, cocks my shit

Stop your dogs from barking, then proceed to walking

It's a face that I seen before

My **** Sing, he used to sling on the sixteenth floor

Check it, I look deeper

I see blood up on his sneakers

And his fist gripped a chrome four-fifth

So I dip, **** is you creeping or speaking?

He tells me C-Rock just got hit up at the beacon

I opens up the door, pitiful, is he in critical?

Retaliation for this one won't be minimal

'Cause I'm a criminal, way before the rap shit

Bust the gat shit, Puff won't even know what happened

If it's done smoothly, silencers on the Uzi

Stash in the hooptie, my alibi, any cutie

With a booty that done fucked Big Pop

Head spinning, reminiscing 'bout my man C-Rock

Somebody gotta die

If I go, you got to go

Somebody gotta die

Let the gunshots blow

Somebody gotta die

Nobody gotta know

That I killed your ass in the mist, bitch

Somebody gotta die

If I go, you got to go

Somebody gotta die

Let the gunshots blow

Somebody gotta die

Nobody gotta know

That I killed your ass in the mist, bitch

Fillin' clips, he explained our situation

Precisely, so we know exactly what we facing

Some kid named Jason in a Honda station wagon

Was bragging about how much loot and crack he stacking

Rock had a grip so they formed up a clique

A small crew, round the time I was locked up with you

True indeed, but yo, ****, let me proceed

Don't fill them clips too high

Give them bullets room to breathe

Damn, where was I?

Yeah, run out of town, blew the fuck up

D-Rock went home and Jay got stuck the fuck up

Hit 'em twice, caught him right through the Persian white

Pistol-whipped his kids and taped up his wife

He figured Rock set him up, no question

Wet 'em up, no less than fifty shots in his direction

How many shots?

Man, ****, I seen mad holes

What kinda gats?

Heckler & Koch and Calicos

But fuck that, I know where all them **** rest at

In the building hustling and they don't be strapped

Supreme in black is downstairs, the engine running

Find a bag to put the guns in and come on if you're coming

Somebody gotta die

If I go, you got to go

Somebody gotta die

Let the gunshots blow

Somebody gotta die

Nobody gotta know

That I killed your ass in the mist, bitch

Somebody gotta die

If I go, you got to go

Somebody gotta die

Let the gunshots blow

Somebody gotta die

Nobody gotta know

That I killed your ass in the mist, bitch

Exchanged hugs and pounds before the throw down

How it's gonna go down, lay these **** low down

Slow down, fuck all that planning shit

Run up in they cribs and make 'em catch the man and shit

Seen **** like you do ten year bids

Miss the **** they want and murder innocent kids

Not I, one ****'s in my eye

That's Jason, ain't slugs gon' be wasted

Revenge I'm tasting at the tip of my lips

I can't to feel my clip in his hips

Pass the chocolate

Tops, Sing ain't lie

There's Jason with his back to me

Talking to his faculty

I start to get a funny feeling

Put the mask on in case his **** start squealing

Scream his name out

Squeeze six knuckles shorter

**** turned around holding his daughter