Notorious B. I. G. - Somebody's Gotta Die lyrics

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Verse one:<br><br>I'm sittin in the crib dreamin about leer jets and coupes<br>The way salt shoops and how they sell records like snoop<br>Oops!<br>I'm interrupted by a doorbell<br>3:52, who the hell<br>Is this? <br>I gets up quick<br>Cocks my shit<br>Stop the dogs from barkin<br>Then proceed to walkin<br>Its a face that I seen before<br>My nigga sing, we used to sling on the 16th floor<br>Check it<br>I look deeper<br>I see blood up on his sneakers<br>And his fist gripped a chrome four-fifth<br>So I dip<br>Nigga, is you creepin or speakin? <br>He tells me c-rock just got hit up at the beacon<br>I opens up the door, pitiful<br>Is he in critical? <br>Retaliation for this one won't be minimal<br>Cuz I'm a criminal<br>Way before the rap shit<br>Bust the gat shit<br>Puff won't even know what happened,<br>If it's done smoothly<br>Silencers on the uzi<br>Stash in the hooptie<br>My alibi, any cutie<br>With a booty that done fuck the pop<br>Head spinnin, reminiscin bout my man c-rock<br><br>Chorus: repeat 2x<br><br>Somebody's got ta die<br>If I got, you got ta go<br>Somebody's got to die<br>Let the gunshots blow<br>Somebody's got to die<br>Nobody got ta know<br>That I killed yo ass in the mist, kid<br><br>Verse two:<br><br>Fillin clips he explained our situation<br>Precisely, so we know exactly what we facin<br>Some kid named jason<br>In a honda station wagon<br>Was braggin<br>About how much loot and crack he stackin<br>Rock had a grip so they formed up a clique<br>Small crew<br>'round the time I was locked up with you<br>True indeed<br>But yo nigga let me proceed<br>Don't fill them clips too high<br>Give them bullets room to breathe<br>Damn where was i? <br>Yeah<br>One night in town<br>Blew the fuck up<br>D-rock went home<br>And jay got stuck the fuck up<br>Hit 'em twice<br>Got 'em right for the virgin white<br>Pistol whipped his kids<br>And taped up his wife<br>He said yo rock, set em up, no question<br>Wet em up no less<br>Than 50 shots in his direction<br>How many shots? <br>Man nigga, I seen mad holes<br>What kinda gats? <br>Hitch links, cocks, and calicoles<br>But fuck that<br>I know where all them niggas rest at<br>In the buildin hustlin<br>And they don't be strapped<br>Supreme in black<br>Is downstairs, the engine runnin<br>Find a bag to put the guns in<br>And c'mon if yo comin<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Verse three:<br><br>Exchanged hugs and pounds before the throw down<br>How it's gonna go down<br>Lay these niggas low-down<br>Slow down<br>Fuck all that plannin shit<br>Run up in they cribs<br>And make em catch the man n shit<br>See niggas like you do ten year bids<br>Miss the niggas they want<br>And murder innocent kids<br>Not i<br>One niggas in my eye<br>That's jason<br>Ain't no slugs gonna be wasted<br>Revenge I'm tastin at the tip of my lips<br>I can't wait to feel my clip in his hips<br>Pass the chocolate<br>Thai<br>Sing ain't lie<br>There's jason with his back to me<br>Talkin to his faculty<br>I start to get a funny feelins<br>Put the mask on in case his niggas start squealin<br>Scream his name out<br>Squeeze six knuckles shorter<br>Nigga turned around holdin his daughter