Somebody?s watching you Pretty, pretty, pretty as a picture Witty, witty, witty as you can be Blind 'cause your eyes see only glitter Closed to the things that make you free Ever stop to think about a downfall Happens at the end of every line Just when

Somebody gotta die If I go, you gotta go Let the gunshots blow Nobody gotta know That I killed yo ass in the mist, kid 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

Somebody's knocking Should I let em in Lord we're just starting But where will it end You tell me that there's love here, but, to me, it's blatant That with all the blood here, I'm dealing with Satan Plus with all the hating, it's hard to keep peace (uh

Somebody, been sleeping in my bed (That's a bad thing to say but I think it's true) I know I should have been there but I was someplace else instead (Yes, and that's what makes it so bad) I had myself a real good woman, to hear my every call

This time somebody's getting hurt I wish you'd do it again I'll watch you leave here limping And I wish you'd do it again Here comes the next contestant Is that your hand on my girlfriend? Is that your hand? There goes the next contestant Each night

Then I go to paradise He snapped the clip in then drove off He know somebody's 'bout to die tonight I leave the baddies in the house, superfly That Draco sittin' in the couch, I'm on fire But I don't fuckin' miss it though, I'm gon' slide I thank Allah

I just shot a man down In central station Rum bum bum bum, rum bum bum bum, rum bum bum bum Oh mama, mama, mama 'Cause I didn't mean to hurt him Coulda been somebody's son And I took his heart when I pulled out that gun

Now who will kiss your lips darlin' Who will call you sweetheart Oh who will tell you they love you Oh you once was my little sweetheart Now who's been talkin' to you Somebody's been tellin' you wrong Things a-bout me that you shouldn't believe I miss

These streets ain't so pretty What good would that be Would you like me if I had a gun Dodging cops always on the run now Getting caught up over petty drama Selling drugs to somebody's momma I'm telling you these streets ain't I swear everything that

So many pros (It’s like somebody’s growin’ them on trees) For your um, for your information, baby I’m that winner, you need to go and ask somebody Meet me out, can you make it? Please don’t make me lie to you, lady I’m in it, I’m not in it, but poochie