B.I.G. Notorious - "Somebody's Gotta Die" lyrics
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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
Puff won't even know what happened
Bust the gat shit
If it's done smoothly
Silencers on the Uzi
My alibi, any cutie
Stash in the hooptie
Head spinnin, reminiscin bout my man C-Rock
With a booty that done fuck the Pop
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
Fillin clips he explained our situation
Verse 2:
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
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
Puff won't even know what happened
Bust the gat shit
If it's done smoothly
Silencers on the Uzi
My alibi, any cutie
Stash in the hooptie
Head spinnin, reminiscin bout my man C-Rock
With a booty that done fuck the Pop
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
Fillin clips he explained our situation
Verse 2:
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
Man nigga, I seen mad holes
How many shots'
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
And c'mon if yo comin
Find a bag to put the guns in
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
Miss the niggas they want
And murder innocent kids
See niggas like you do ten year bids
Not I
One niggas in my eye
Revenge I'm tastin at the tip of my lips
Ain't no slugs gonna be wasted
That's Jason
Pass the chocolate
I can't wait to feel my clip in his hips
Thai
There's Jason wth his back to me
Sing ain't lie
Talkin to his faculty
Put the mask on in case his niggas start squealin
I start to get a funny feelins
Scream his name out
Squeeze six knuckles shorter
Nigga turned around holdin his daughter
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
Man nigga, I seen mad holes
How many shots'
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
And c'mon if yo comin
Find a bag to put the guns in
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
Miss the niggas they want
And murder innocent kids
See niggas like you do ten year bids
Not I
One niggas in my eye
Revenge I'm tastin at the tip of my lips
Ain't no slugs gonna be wasted
That's Jason
Pass the chocolate
I can't wait to feel my clip in his hips
Thai
There's Jason wth his back to me
Sing ain't lie
Talkin to his faculty
Put the mask on in case his niggas start squealin
I start to get a funny feelins
Scream his name out
Squeeze six knuckles shorter
Nigga turned around holdin his daughter
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