Yeah. Uh. Uh.
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I'm sittin in the crib dreamin
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About Leer jets and coupes
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The way Salt shoots
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And how they sell records like Snoop
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Oops! I'm interrupted by a doorbell. 3:52.
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Who the hell is this?
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I gets up quick
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Cocks my shit
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Stop the dogs from barking
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Then proceed to walking
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Its a face that I seen before
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My nigga Sing, we used to sling on the 16th floor
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Check it, I look deeper
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I see blood up on his sneakers
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And his fist gripped a chrome four-fifth
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So I dip
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Nigga, is you creeping or speaking?
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He tells me C-Rock just got hit up at the beacon
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I opens up the door, pitiful
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Is he in critical?
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Retaliation for this one won't be minimal
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Cuz I'm a criminal
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Way before the rap shit
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Bust a gat shit
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Puff won't even know what happened
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If it's done smoothly
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Silencers on the Uzi
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Stash in the hooptie
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My alibi, any cutie
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With a booty that done fucked the Pop
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Head spinning, reminiscing bout my man C-Rock
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[Chorus x2]
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Somebody gotta die
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If I go, you gotta go
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Somebody gotta die
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Let the gunshots blow
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Somebody gotta die
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Nobody gotta know
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That I killed yo ass in the mist, bitch
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Filling clips he explained our situation
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Precisely, so we know exactly what we facing
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Some kid named Jason
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In a Honda station waggon
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Was bragging
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About how much loot and crack he stacking
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Rock had a grip so they formed up a clique
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A small crew
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'Round the time I was locked up with you
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True indeed
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But yo nigga let me proceed
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Don't fill them clips too high
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Give them bullets room to breathe
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Damn where was I?
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Yeah, went outta town
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Blew the fuck up
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D-Rock went home
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And Jay got stuck the fuck up
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Hit 'em twice
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Caught 'em right for the Persian white
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Pistol whipped his kids
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And taped up his wife
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He figured Rock set em up, no question
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Wet em up no less
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Than 50 shots in his direction
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How many shots?
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Man nigga, I seen mad holes
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What kinda gats?
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Hitch links, Cocks, and Calicos
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But fuck that
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I know where all them niggas rest at
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In the building hustling
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And they don't be strapped
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Supreme in black
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Is downstairs, the engine running
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Find a bag to put the guns in
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And c'mon if you're coming
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[Chorus x2]
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Somebody gotta die
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If I go, you gotta go
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Somebody gotta die
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Let the gunshots blow
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Somebody gotta die
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Nobody gotta know
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That I killed yo ass in the mist, bitch
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Exchanged hugs and pounds before the throw down
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How its gonna go down
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Lay these niggas low down
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Slow down
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Fuck all that plannin shit
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Run up in they cribs
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And make them cats abandon shit
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See niggas like you do ten year bids
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Miss the nigga they want
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And murder innocent kids
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Not I, one nigga's in my eye
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That's Jason
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Ain't no slugs gonna be wasted
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Revenge I'm tastin at the tip of my lips
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I can't wait to feel my clip in his hips
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Pass the chocolate
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Thai, Sing ain't lie
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There's Jason with his back to me
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Talkin to his faculty
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I start to get a funny feelin
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Put the mask on in case his niggas start squealin
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Scream his name out
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Squeeze six knuckles shorter
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Nigga turned around holdin his daughter
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Somebody's Gotta Die
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Notorious B.I.G. |