I’m sitting in the crib dreaming 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 barking Then proceed to walking 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 creeping or speaking? 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 Big Pop Head spinning, reminiscing ’bout my man C-Rock
Somebody gotta die If I go, you got to go Somebody got to die Let the gunshots blow Somebody got to die Nobody got to know That I killed yo’ ass in the mist, bitch Somebody got to die If I go, you got to go Somebody gotta die Let the gunshots blow Somebody got to die Nobody got to know That I killed yo’ ass in the mist, bitch
Filling clips he explained our situation Precisely, so we know exactly what we facing Some kid named Jason In a Honda station wagon Was bragging About how much loot and crack he stacking 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 outta town, blew the fuck up D-Roc 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 How many shots? Man nigga, I seen mad holes What kinda gats? Hecklers, Kochs, and Calicos But fuck that I know where all them niggas rest at In the building hustling And they don’t be strapped Supreme in black Is downstairs, the engine running Find a bag to put the guns in And c’mon if you’re coming
Somebody gotta die If I go, you got to go Somebody got to die Let the gunshots blow Somebody got to die Nobody got to know That I killed yo’ ass in the mist, bitch Somebody got to die If I go, you got to go Somebody gotta die Let the gunshots blow Somebody got to die Nobody got to know That I killed yo’ ass in the mist, bitch
Exchanged hugs and pounds before the throw down How it’s gon’ go down Lay these niggas low-down Slow down Fuck all that planning shit Run up in they cribs And make them cats abandon ship See niggas like you do ten-year bids Miss the nigga 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 tasting at the tip of my lips I can’t wait to fill my clip in his hips Pass the chocolate Thai Sing ain’t lie There’s Jason with his back to me Talking to his faculty I start to get a funny feeling Put the mask on in case his niggas start squealing Scream his name out (“Ay yo, playboy!”) Squeezed six nothing shorter Nigga turned around holding his daughter