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- Notorious B.I.G. - Somebody’s Gotta Die Lyrics
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- Verse One:
- 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 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
- 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 2X
- Somebody's got ta die
- If I got, you got ta go
- Somebody's got to die
- Let the gunshots blow
- Somebody's got to die
- Nobody got ta know
- That I killed yo ass in the mist, kid
- Verse Two:
- 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 white
- 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 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 yo comin
- Chorus
- Verse Three:
- 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 with 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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