[Verse 1]
Ah, ah! I'm sittin' in the crib dreamin' about Learjets 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, co*ks my sh**
Stop the dogs from barkin', then proceed to walk in
It's a face that I seen before
My n***a Sing, we used to sling on the 16th floor
Check it! I look deeper - I see blood up on his sneakers
And his fist gripped a chrome four-fifth
So I dip, n***a! 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 won't be minimal
Cuz I'm a criminal way before the rap sh**
Bust the gat sh** - 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 f** Big Pop
Head spinnin', reminiscin' 'bout my man C-Rock
[Hook] (2x)
Somebody gotta die
If I go, you got to go
Somebody gotta die
Let the gunshots blow
Somebody gotta die
Nobody got to know
That I k**ed yo a** in the midst, kid
[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
A small crew
'Round the time I was locked up with you"
"True indeed"
"But yo n***a, let me proceed
Don't fill them clips too high, give them bullets room to breathe
Damn, where was I? Yeah!
Went outta town, blew the f** up
D-Roc went home and Jay got stuck the f** up
Hit him twice, caught him right for the Persian white
Pistol whipped his kids and taped up his wife (n***as is trife)
He figured Roc set 'em up, no question
Wet em up no less than 50 shots in his direction"
"How many shots?" "Man n***a, I seen mad holes"
"What kinda gats?" "Hecklers, Kochs, and Calicos
But f** that, I know where all them n***as 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 you're comin'
[Hook] (2x)
Somebody gotta die
If I go, you got to go
Somebody gotta die
Let the gunshots blow
Somebody gotta die
Nobody got to know
That I k**ed yo a** in the midst, kid
[Verse 3]
Exchanged hugs and pounds before the throw down
How it's gonna go down?
Lay these n***as low-down
"Slow down - Ah, f** all that plannin' sh**
Run up in they cribs and make the cats abandon ship!"
See n***as like you do ten-year bids
Miss the n***as they want and murder innocent kids
Not I, one n***a's 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 fill my clip in his hips
"Pa** the chocolate, Thai!"
Sing ain't lie
There's Jason with his back to me
Talkin' to his faculty
I start to get a funny feeling
Put the mask on in case his n***as start squealin'
Scream his name out: "Ay yo, playboy!" - squeezed six, nothin' shorter
n***a turned around holdin' his daughter