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Somebody's Gotta Die (2014 Remaster)

The Notorious BIG1997年3月25日

Lyrics

Somebody's Gotta Die (某人要死了) - The Notorious B.I.G.

I'm sittin' in the crib dreamin' about Leer jets and coupes

The way Salt shoops and how they sell records like Snoop

I'm interrupted by a doorbell, 3:52, who the hell is this?

I gets up quick, cocks my sh*t

Stop the dogs from barkin', then proceed to walkin'

It's a face that I seen before

My ni**a Sing, we used to sling on the 16th floor, check it

I look deeper, I see blood upon his sneakers

And his fist gripped a chrome four-fifth, so I dip

Ni**a, 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 sh*t, bust the gat sh*t

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 f**k they Pop

Head spinnin', reminiscin' 'bout my man, C-Rock

Somebody's got to die, if I got, you got to go

Somebody's got to die, let the gunshots blow

Somebody's got to die, nobody got to know

That I killed your a** in the mist, kid

Somebody's got to die, if I got, you got to go

Somebody's got to die, let the gunshots blow

Somebody's got to die, nobody got to know

That I killed your a** in the mist, kid

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

The small crew 'round the time I was locked up with you

True indeed but yo, ni**a 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 f**k up

D-Rock went home and Jay got stuck the f**k 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 ni**a, I seen mad holes

What kinda gats? Hitch links, Cocks and Calicoes

But f**k 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'

Somebody's got to die, if I got, you got to go

Somebody's got to die, let the gunshots blow

Somebody's got to die, nobody got to know

That I killed your a** in the mist, kid

Somebody's got to die, if I got, you got to go

Somebody's got to die, let the gunshots blow

Somebody's got to die, nobody got to know

That I killed your a** in the mist, kid

Exchanged hugs and pounds before the throw down

How it's gonna go down, lay these niggas low-down

Slow down, f**k all that plannin' sh*t

Run up in they cribs and make 'em catch the man and sh*t

See, niggas like you do ten year bids

Miss the niggas they want and murder innocent kids

Not I, one ni**a's 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

Ni**a turned around holdin' his daughter

 

***歌詞來自第三方***