Dedicate song lyrics Somebody's Gotta Die by The Notorious B I G

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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?
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 the 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, snitch

Fillin clips he explained our situation
Precisely, so we know exactly what we facin
Some kid named Jason in a highway station, raggin
Was braggin about how much loot and crack he stackin
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
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 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 X2]
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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 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 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.

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