[ Verse One: ]
I'm sittin in the crib dreamin about Learjets and coupes
The way Salt shoops and how to 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
Its a face that I seen before
My nigga Sing, he 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?
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 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
[ Chorus x2 ]
Somebody's gotta die
If I got, you gotta go
Somebody's gotta die
Let the gunshots blow
Somebody's gotta die
Nobody gotta 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 Jayson
In a highway station, raggin
Was braggin
About how much loot and
crack he stackin
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Rock had a grip so they
formed up a clique
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
Went out of town
Blew the fuck up
D-Rock went home
And Jay got stuck the fuck up
Hit 'em twice
caught 'em right for the persian 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 Calicoles
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
[ Chorus ]
[ Verse Three: ]
Exchanged hugs and pounds
before the throw down
How its gonna go down
Lay these niggas low-down
Slow down
Fuck all that plannin shit
Run up in they cribs
And make em cats the man n shit
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 Jayson 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 |
