Somebody's Gotta Die

Notorious B.I.G.

  • 																					Verse 1:
    I'm sittin in the crib dreamin about Leer jets and coupes
    The way Salt shoops and how they 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 the dogs from barkin
    Then proceed to walkin
    Its a face that I seen before
    My nigga Sing, we 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
    Nigga, is you creepin or speakin?
    He tells me C-Rock just got it up at the beacon
    I opens up the door, pitiful
    Is he in critical?
    Retaliation for this one won't be minimal
    Cuz 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 fuck the Pop
    Head spinnin, reminiscin bout my man C-Rock

    Chorus: Repeat 2 times

    Somebody's gotta die
    If I go, you got to go
    Somebody's gotta die
    Let the gunshots blow
    Somebody's gotta die
    Nobody got to know
    That I killed yo ass in the mix, bitch

    Verse 2:
    Fillin clips he explained our situation
    Precisely, so we know exactly what we facin
    Some kid named Jason In a Honda station wagon
    Was braggin
    About how much loot and crack he stackin
    Rock had a grip so they formed up a clique
    Small crew
    Round the time I was locked up with you
    True indeed
    But yo nigga let me proceed
    Don't fill them clips too high
    Give them bullets room to breathe
    Damn where was I?
    Yeah
    One night in town
    Blew the fuck up
    D-Rock went home
    And Jay got stuck the fuck up
    Hit em twice
    Got em right for the virgin
    Pistol whipped his kids
    And taped up his wife
    He said "Yo Rock, set em up", no question
    Wet em up no less
    Than 50 shots in his direction
    How many shots?
    Man nigga, I seen mad holes
    What kinda gats?
    Hitch links, Cocks, and Calicoles
    But fuck that
    I know where all tem niggaz rest at
    In the buildin hustlin
    And they don't be strapped
    Supreme in black
    Is downstairs, the engine runnin
    Find a bag to put the guns in
    And c'mon if yo comin

    Chorus

    Verse 3:
    Exchanged hugs and pounds before the throw down
    How its gonna go down
    Lay these niggas low-down
    Slow down
    Fuck all that plannin shit
    Run up in they cribs
    And make em catch the man n shit
    See niggas like you do ten year bids
    Miss the niggas they want
    And murder innocent kids
    Not I
    One niggas in my eye
    That's Jason
    Ain't no slugs gonna be wasted
    Revenge I'm tastin at the tip of my lips
    I can't wait to feel my clip in his hips
    Pass the chocolate
    Thai
    Sing ain't lie
    There's Jason wth his back to me
    Talkin to his faculty
    I start to get a funny feelins
    Put the mask on in case his niggas start squealin
    Scream his name out
    Squeeze six knuckles shorter
    Nigga turned around holdin his daughter

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