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Somebody's Gotta Die (2014 Remaster)

Somebody's Gotta Die (2014 Remaster)

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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 Cock 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 don't fucked Big Pop Head spinnin', reminiscin' bout my man C-Rock Somebody gotta die If I go, you gotta go Somebody gotta die Let the gunshots blow Somebody gotta die Nobody gotta know That I killed yo ass in the mist, kid Somebody gotta die If I go, you gotta go Somebody gotta die Let the gunshots blow Somebody gotta die Nobody gotta know That I killed yo ass in the mist, kid 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 He figured 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?" "Heckler & Koch and Calicos" But fuck that I know where all them niggas 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 you comin' Somebody gotta die If I go, you gotta go Somebody gotta die Let the gunshots blow Somebody gotta die Nobody gotta know That I killed yo ass in the mist, kid Somebody gotta die If I go, you gotta go Somebody gotta die Let the gunshots blow Somebody gotta die Nobody gotta know That I killed yo ass in the mist, kid Exchanged hugs and pounds before the throw down How it's 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 nigga 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 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 Squeeze six knuckles shorter Nigga turned around holdin' his daughter

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