The Notorious B.I.G. – Somebody Gotta Die Lyrics


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[Verse One]
I'm sittin in the crib dreamin' about Lear jets 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, 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 up on his sneakers
And his fist gripped a chrome four-fifth

So I dip, nigga, is you creepin or speakin?
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 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 Big Pop
Head spinnin, reminiscin' 'bout my man C-Rock

[Hook: repeat 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 killed yo ass in the mist, kid

[Verse Two]
Fillin' clips, he explained our situation
Precisely, so we know exactly what we facin'
"Some kid named Jason, In a Honda station wagon
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 nigga, let me proceed
Damn where was I? Yeah...
Went outta town, blew the fuck up
C-Rock went home and Jay got stuck the fuck up
Hit him twice, caught him right for the Persian white
Pistol whipped his kids, and taped up his wife
(Niggas is trife)
He figured Rock set 'em up, no question
Wet em up no less than 50 shots in his direction"

"What kinda gats?" "Heckler & Kochs and Calicos
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'


[Verse Three]
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 the cats abandon ship"
See niggas like you do ten year bids
Miss the niggas they want, and murder innocent kids
Not I, one niggas 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 feeling
Put the mask on in case his niggas start squealin'
Scream his name out (Ay yo playboy!), squeezed six, nothin' shorter
Nigga turned around holdin' his daughter

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