Big Notorious Somebody`s Gotta Die Lyrics

Somebody`s Gotta Die Lyrics

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

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 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



Verse 2:

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

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 tem niggaz 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 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

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 wth 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