Somebody's Gotta Die - 2005 Remaster

[00:27.59] I'm sittin in the crib dreamin about leer jets and coupes
[00:29.60] The way salt shoops and how they sell records like snoop
[00:33.42] Oops!
[00:34.32] I'm interrupted by a doorbell
[00:35.52] 3: 52, who the hell is this?
[00:36.80] I gets up quick
[00:39.89] Cocks my shit
[00:40.77] Stop the dogs from barkin
[00:42.36] Then proceed to walkin
[00:44.24] Its a face that I seen before
[00:46.21] My nigga sing, we used to sling on the 16th floor
[00:49.27] Check it
[00:50.11] I look deeper
[00:50.92] I see blood up on his sneakers
[00:53.04] And his fist gripped a chrome four-fifth
[00:54.44] So I dip
[00:56.21] Nigga, is you creepin or speakin?
[00:57.65] He tells me c-rock just got hit up at the beacon
[01:00.88] I opens up the door, pitiful
[01:02.43] Is he in critical?
[01:03.86] Retaliation for this one won't be minimal
[01:05.46] Cuz I'm a criminal
[01:08.10] Way before the rap shit
[01:09.22] Bust the gat shit
[01:10.56] Puff won't even know what happened,
[01:12.48] If it's done smoothly
[01:13.95] Silencers on the uzi
[01:15.66] Stash in the hooptie
[01:17.00] My alibi, any cutie
[01:18.97] With a booty that done fuck the pop
[01:20.63] Head spinnin, reminiscin bout my man c-rock
[01:23.80] Somebody's got ta die
[01:25.27] If I got, you got ta go
[01:27.05] Somebody's got to die
[01:28.22] Let the gunshots blow
[01:29.70] Somebody's got to die
[01:31.15] Nobody got ta know
[01:32.71] That I killed yo ass in the mist, kid
[01:35.87] Somebody's got ta die
[01:36.81] If I got, you got ta go
[01:38.26] Somebody's got to die
[01:39.88] Let the gunshots blow
[01:41.29] Somebody's got to die
[01:42.67] Nobody got ta know
[01:44.10] That I killed yo ass in the mist, kid
[01:45.53] Fillin clips he explained our situation
[01:45.61] Precisely, so we know exactly what we facin
[01:50.37]
[01:53.01] Some kid named jason
[01:54.58] In a honda station wagon
[01:55.90] Was braggin
[01:56.55] About how much loot and crack he stackin
[01:58.85] Rock had a grip so they formed up a clique
[02:01.55] Small crew
[02:02.75] 'round the time I was locked up with you
[02:04.38] True indeed
[02:05.72] But yo nigga let me proceed
[02:07.32] Don't fill them clips too high
[02:09.13] Give them bullets room to breathe
[02:10.38] Damn where was i?
[02:11.73] Yeah
[02:13.00] One night in town
[02:15.02] Blew the fuck up
[02:15.43] D-rock went home
[02:16.18] And jay got stuck the fuck up
[02:16.97] Hit 'em twice
[02:17.95] Got 'em right for the virgin white
[02:19.30] Pistol whipped his kids
[02:20.33] And taped up his wife
[02:21.37] He said yo rock, set em up, no question
[02:24.76] Wet em up no less
[02:26.05] Than 50 shots in his direction
[02:27.83] How many shots?
[02:29.15] Man nigga, I seen mad holes
[02:30.74] What kinda gats?
[02:33.00] Hitch links, cocks, and calicoles
[02:34.16] But fuck that
[02:34.97] I know where all them niggas rest at
[02:36.72] In the buildin hustlin
[02:37.98] And they don't be strapped
[02:39.65] Supreme in black
[02:40.61] Is downstairs, the engine runnin
[02:42.23] Find a bag to put the guns in
[02:43.61] And c'mon if yo comin
[02:44.97] Somebody's got ta die
[02:46.59] If I got, you got ta go
[02:47.99] Somebody's got to die
[02:49.29] Let the gunshots blow
[02:50.72] Somebody's got to die
[02:52.03] Nobody got ta know
[02:53.58] That I killed yo ass in the mist, kid
[02:56.55] Somebody's got ta die
[02:57.84] If I got, you got ta go
[02:59.30] Somebody's got to die
[03:00.89] Let the gunshots blow
[03:02.32] Somebody's got to die
[03:03.68] Nobody got ta know
[03:05.35] That I killed yo ass in the mist, kid
[03:08.22] Exchanged hugs and pounds before the throw down
[03:11.01] How it's gonna go down
[03:12.52] Lay these niggas low-down
[03:14.09] Slow down
[03:15.57] Fuck all that plannin shit
[03:16.85] Run up in they cribs
[03:18.44] And make em catch the man n shit
[03:19.91] See niggas like you do ten year bids
[03:21.75] Miss the niggas they want
[03:23.10] And murder innocent kids
[03:25.58] Not i
[03:27.06] One niggas in my eye
[03:28.58] That's jason
[03:29.54] Ain't no slugs gonna be wasted
[03:31.68] Revenge I'm tastin at the tip of my lips
[03:33.82] I can't wait to feel my clip in his hips
[03:36.25] Pass the chocolate
[03:37.76] Thai
[03:38.71] Sing ain't lie
[03:40.05] There's jason with his back to me
[03:41.55] Talkin to his faculty
[03:43.13] I start to get a funny feelins
[03:45.18] Put the mask on in case his niggas start squealin
[03:47.94] Scream his name out
[03:49.29] Squeeze six knuckles shorter
[03:50.72] Nigga turned around holdin his daughter
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