Somebody's Gotta Die - 2014 Remaster

I'm sittin' in the crib dreamin' about Leer jets and coupes
 The way Salt shoops and how they sell records like Snoop
 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'
 It's a face that I seen before
 My nigga Sing, we used to sling on the 16th floor, check it
 I look deeper, I see blood upon 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 hit up at the beacon
 I opens up the door, pitiful, is he in critical?
 Retaliation for this one won't be minimal
 'Cause 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 they Pop
 Head spinnin', reminiscin' 'bout my man, C-Rock
 Somebody's got to die, if I got, you got to go
 Somebody's got to die, let the gunshots blow
 Somebody's got to die, nobody got to know
 That I killed your ass in the mist, kid
 Somebody's got to die, if I got, you got to go
 Somebody's got to die, let the gunshots blow
 Somebody's got to die, nobody got to know
 That I killed your ass in the mist, kid
 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
 The 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 white
 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 Calicoes
 But fuck that, I know where all them niggas 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'
 Somebody's got to die, if I got, you got to go
 Somebody's got to die, let the gunshots blow
 Somebody's got to die, nobody got to know
 That I killed your ass in the mist, kid
 Somebody's got to die, if I got, you got to go
 Somebody's got to die, let the gunshots blow
 Somebody's got to die, nobody got to know
 That I killed your ass in the mist, kid
 Exchanged hugs and pounds before the throw down
 How it's 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 and shit
 See, niggas like you do ten year bids
 Miss the niggas they want and murder innocent kids
 Not I, one nigga'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 feel my clip in his hips
 Pass 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 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
 Take that
 Take that
 Take that