somebody S gotta die

Im sittin in the crib dreamin about Leer jets and coupes
The way Salt shoops and how they sell records like Snoop
Im 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 upon 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 wont be minimal
Cause Im a criminal way before the rap shit, bust the gat shit
Puff wont even know what happened if its done smoothly

Silencers on the Uzi stash in the hooptie
My alibi, any cutie with a booty that done f**k they Pop
Head spinnin, reminiscin bout my man, C-Rock
Somebodys got to die, if I got, you got to go
Somebodys got to die, let the gunshots blow
Somebodys got to die, nobody got to know
That I killed your ass in the mist, kid
Somebodys got to die, if I got, you got to go
Somebodys got to die, let the gunshots blow
Somebodys got to die, nobody got to know
That I killed your 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 bragginabout how much loot and crack he stackin
Rock had a grip, so they formed up a clique
The small crew round the time I was locked up with you
True indeed but yo, nigga let me proceed
Dont fill them clips too high, give them bullets room to breathe
Damn where was I? Yeah
One night in town, blew the f**k up
D-Rock went home and Jay got stuck the f**k 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 Calicoes
But f**k that , I know where all them niggas rest at
In the buildin hustlin and they dont be strapped
Supreme in black is downstairs, the engine runnin
Find a bag to put the guns in and cmon if yo comin
Somebodys got to die, if I got, you got to go
Somebodys got to die, let the gunshots blow
Somebodys got to die, nobody got to know
That I killed your ass in the mist , kid
Somebodys got to die, if I got, you got to go
Somebodys got to die, let the gunshots blow
Somebodys got to die, nobody got to know
That I killed your ass in the mist, kid
Exchanged hugs and pounds before the throw down
How its gonna go down, lay these niggas low-down
Slow down, f**k all that plannin shit
Run up in they cribs and make em catch the man and 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
Thats Jason, aint no slugs gonna be wasted
Revenge, Im tastin at the tip of my lips

I cant wait to feel my clip in his hips
Pass the chocolate
Thai, Sing aint lie
Theres 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