Lorrenn Argumedes - Somebody's Gotta Die lyrics

[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