Lyrics Somebody’s Gotta Die (2005 Remaster).lrc The Notorious B.I.G.
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[ar: The Notorious B.I.G.]
[al: Life After Death (25th Anniversary Super Deluxe Edition)]
[ti: Somebody’s Gotta Die (2005 Remaster)]
[length: 04:27]
[00:25.94]I’m sittin’ in the crib dreamin’ about Leer jets and coupes
[00:29.50]The way Salt shoops and how they sell records like Snoop
[00:33.19]I’m interrupted by a doorbell, 3: 52, who the hell is this?
[00:38.52]I gets up quick, cocks my shit
[00:40.38]Stop the dogs from barkin’, then proceed to walkin’
[00:43.95]It’s a face that I seen before
[00:46.62]My nigga Sing, we used to sling on the 16th floor, check it
[00:49.31]I look deeper, I see blood upon his sneakers
[00:52.92]And his fist gripped a chrome four-fifth, so I dip
[00:55.69]Nigga, is you creepin’ or speakin’?
[00:58.47]He tells me, C-Rock just got hit up at the beacon
[01:01.15]I opens up the door, pitiful, is he in critical?
[01:03.84]Retaliation for this one won’t be minimal
[01:06.51]’Cause I’m a criminal way before the rap shit, bust the gat shit
[01:10.15]Puff won’t even know what happened if it’s done smoothly
[01:13.70]Silencers on the Uzi stash in the hooptie
[01:16.48]My alibi, any cutie with a booty that done fuck they Pop
[01:20.96]Head spinnin’, reminiscin’ ’bout my man, C-Rock
[01:23.68]Somebody’s got to die, if I got, you got to go
[01:26.34]Somebody’s got to die, let the gunshots blow
[01:29.08]Somebody’s got to die, nobody got to know
[01:32.62]That I killed your ass in the mist, kid
[01:35.35]Somebody’s got to die, if I got, you got to go
[01:38.06]Somebody’s got to die, let the gunshots blow
[01:40.71]Somebody’s got to die, nobody got to know
[01:43.45]That I killed your ass in the mist, kid
[01:47.05]Fillin’ clips, he explained our situation
[01:49.73]Precisely, so we know exactly what we facin’
[01:52.48]Some kid named Jason in a Honda station
[01:55.14]Wagon was braggin’ about how much loot and crack he stackin’
[01:57.89]Rock had a grip, so they formed up a clique
[02:00.52]The small crew ’round the time I was locked up with you
[02:04.14]True indeed but yo, nigga let me proceed
[02:06.88]Don’t fill them clips too high, give them bullets room to breathe
[02:09.55]Damn where was I? Yeah
[02:11.43]One night in town, blew the fuck up
[02:13.23]D-Rock went home and Jay got stuck the fuck up
[02:15.98]Hit ’em twice, got ’em right for the virgin white
[02:18.65]Pistol whipped his kids and taped up his wife
[02:21.35]He said, “Yo Rock, set ’em up”, no question
[02:24.07]Wet ’em up no less than 50 shots in his direction
[02:27.62]How many shots? Man nigga, I seen mad holes
[02:30.31]What kinda gats? Hitch links, Cocks and Calicoes
[02:33.01]But fuck that, I know where all them niggas rest at
[02:35.75]In the buildin’ hustlin’ and they don’t be strapped
[02:39.36]Supreme in black is downstairs, the engine runnin’
[02:42.02]Find a bag to put the guns in and c’mon if yo comin’
[02:44.72]Somebody’s got to die, if I got, you got to go
[02:47.43]Somebody’s got to die, let the gunshots blow
[02:50.11]Somebody’s got to die, nobody got to know
[02:52.87]That I killed your ass in the mist, kid
[02:56.42]Somebody’s got to die, if I got, you got to go
[02:59.13]Somebody’s got to die, let the gunshots blow
[03:01.83]Somebody’s got to die, nobody got to know
[03:05.48]That I killed your ass in the mist, kid
[03:08.15]Exchanged hugs and pounds before the throw down
[03:10.89]How it’s gonna go down, lay these niggas low-down
[03:12.64]Slow down, fuck all that plannin’ shit
[03:17.19]Run up in they cribs and make ’em catch the man and shit
[03:19.87]See, niggas like you do ten year bids
[03:22.58]Miss the niggas they want and murder innocent kids
[03:25.28]Not I, one nigga’s in my eye
[03:27.90]That’s Jason, ain’t no slugs gonna be wasted
[03:31.53]Revenge, I’m tastin’ at the tip of my lips
[03:33.47]I can’t wait to feel my clip in his hips
[03:36.16]Pass the chocolate
[03:37.06]Thai, Sing ain’t lie
[03:39.71]There’s Jason with his back to me, talkin’ to his faculty
[03:42.44]I start to get a funny feelins
[03:45.12]Put the mask on in case his niggas start squealin’
[03:47.87]Scream his name out, squeeze six knuckles shorter
[03:50.51]Nigga turned around holdin’ his daughter
[03:52.05]Take that
[03:56.68]Take that
[03:57.53]Take that
[03:58.49]Year of Release: 1997