Somebody's Gotta Die - 2014 Remaster

Yeah

Uh, uh

I'm sittin' in the crib dreamin' about Lear 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 the dogs from barkin', then proceed to walkin'

Its a face that I seen before

My nigga Sing, he used to sling on the 16th 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 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 fuck Big Pop

Head spinnin', reminiscin' 'bout my man C-Rock

Somebody got to die

If I go, you got to go

Somebody got to die

Let the gunshots blow

Somebody got to die

Nobody got to know

That I killed your ass in the mist, bitch

Somebody got to die

If I go, you got to go

Somebody got to die

Let the gunshots blow

Somebody got to die

Nobody got to know

That I killed your ass in the mist, bitch

Uh, 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

A 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, run out of town, blew the fuck up

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

Hit 'em twice, caught 'em right for the Persian white

Pistol whipped his kids and taped up his wife (niggas is trife)

He figured Rock set him 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?"

"Hitchlinks, Kochs and Calicos"

But fuck that

I know where all them niggas rest at

In the buildin' hustlin' and they don't be strapped

Supreme and Black is downstairs, the engine runnin'

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

Somebody got to die

If I go, you got to go

Somebody got to die

Let the gunshots blow

Somebody got to die

Nobody got to know

That I killed your ass in the mist, bitch

Somebody got to die

If I go, you got to go

Somebody got to die

Let the gunshots blow

Somebody got to die

Nobody got to know

That I killed your ass in the mist, bitch

Uh, exchanged hugs and pounds before the throw down

How it's gon' go down

Lay these niggas low-down

"Slow down, uh, fuck all that plannin' shit

Run up in they cribs and make them cats abandon ship"

See niggas like you do ten year bids

Miss the nigga they want and murder innocent kids

Not I

One nigga's in my eye, that's Jason

Ain't no slugs gon' 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 with his back to me

Talkin' to his faculty

I start to get a funny feeling

Put the mask on in case his niggas start squealin'

Scream his name out (ayo, playboy)

Squeeze six, nothin' shorter

Nigga turned around holdin' his daughter