Notorious B.I.G. - Somebody's Gotta Die Lyrics
Verse one:Im sittin in the crib dreamin about leer jets and coupesThe way salt shoops and how they sell records like snoopOops!Im interrupted by a doorbell3:52, who the hellIs this?I gets up quick*****s my shitStop the dogs from barkinThen proceed to walkinIts a face that I seen beforeMy nigga sing, we used to sling on the 16th floorCheck itI look deeperI see blood up on his sneakersAnd his fist gripped a chrome four-fifthSo I dipNigga, is you creepin or speakin?He tells me c-rock just got hit up at the beaconI opens up the door, pitifulIs he in critical?Retaliation for this one wont be minimalCuz Im a criminalWay before the rap shitBust the gat shitPuff wont even know what happened,If its done smoothlySilencers on the uziStash in the hooptieMy alibi, any cutieWith a booty that done ***** the popHead spinnin, reminiscin bout my man c-rockChorus: repeat 2xSomebodys got ta dieIf I got, you got ta goSomebodys got to dieLet the gunshots blowSomebodys got to dieNobody got ta knowThat I killed yo ass in the mist, kidVerse two:Fillin clips he explained our situationPrecisely, so we know exactly what we facinSome kid named jasonIn a honda station wagonWas bragginAbout how much loot and crack he stackinRock had a grip so they formed up a cliqueSmall crewround the time I was locked up with youTrue indeedBut yo nigga let me proceedDont fill them clips too highGive them bullets room to breatheDamn where was i?YeahOne night in townBlew the ***** upD-rock went homeAnd jay got stuck the ***** upHit em twiceGot em right for the virgin whitePistol whipped his kidsAnd taped up his wifeHe said yo rock, set em up, no questionWet em up no lessThan 50 shots in his directionHow many shots?Man nigga, I seen mad holesWhat kinda gats?Hitch links, *****s, and calicolesBut ***** thatI know where all them niggas rest atIn the buildin hustlinAnd they dont be strappedSupreme in blackIs downstairs, the engine runninFind a bag to put the guns inAnd cmon if yo cominChorusVerse three:Exchanged hugs and pounds before the throw downHow its gonna go downLay these niggas low-downSlow down***** all that plannin shitRun up in they cribsAnd make em catch the man n shitSee niggas like you do ten year bidsMiss the niggas they wantAnd murder innocent kidsNot iOne niggas in my eyeThats jasonAint no slugs gonna be wastedRevenge Im tastin at the tip of my lipsI cant wait to feel my clip in his hipsPass the chocolateThaiSing aint lieTheres jason with his back to meTalkin to his facultyI start to get a funny feelinsPut the mask on in case his niggas start squealinScream his name outSqueeze six knuckles shorterNigga turned around holdin his daughter
