متن و پخش آهنگ Somebody's Gotta Die - 2005 Remaster از The Notorious B.I.G.

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Yeah Uh, uh I'm sittin' in the crib dreamin' about Lear jets 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 '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 spinnin', reminiscin' 'bout my man C-Rock Somebody got to 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 your ass in the mist, bitch Somebody got to 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 your ass in the mist, bitch Uh, fillin' clips, he explained our situation Precisely, so we know exactly what we facin' "Some kid named Jason in a Honda station wagon 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, run 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 (niggas is trife) He figured Rock set him 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?" "Hitchlinks, 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 and Black is downstairs, the engine runnin' Find a bag to put the guns in and come on if you're comin' Somebody got to 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 your ass in the mist, bitch Somebody got to 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 your ass in the mist, bitch Uh, exchanged hugs and pounds before the throw down How it's gon' go down Lay these niggas low-down "Slow down, uh, fuck all that plannin' 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 gon' 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 (ayo, playboy) Squeeze six, nothin' shorter Nigga turned around holdin' his daughter