I'm sittin' in the crib dreamin' about midgets and cooties The way Salt shoots and how to sell records like Snoop I'm interrupted by a doorbell, 3-52 Who the hell is this? I gets up quick, cops my *** Stop the dogs from barkin', then proceed to walkin' It's a face that I seen before My nigga seen me used to sling on the 16th floor Check it, I look deeper, I see blood up on his sneakers And his fist grip the chrome 4'5, 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 ***, bust the gap *** Puff won't even know what happened if it's done smoothly Silencers on the Uzi, stash in the hooptie My alibi, N-E-Q-T With a booty that done *** 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 gun shots blow Somebody got to die Nobody got to know that I killed your ass in the midst Somebody got to die If I go, you got to go Somebody got to die Let the gun shots blow Somebody got to die Nobody got to know that I killed your ass in the midst Bini filling clips, he explained our situation Precisely, so we know exactly what we facin' Some kid named Jason in the Honda station Waggin' was braggin' about how much loot and crack he stackin' Rock had a grip, so they formed up a clique A small crew, around the time I was locked up with you True indeed, but yo nigga, let me proceed Don't fill them clips too high, get them bullets through the breeze Damn, I was like, yeah, run out of town Blew the *** up D-Rock went home and J got stuck the *** up Hit him twice, caught him right for the Persian wife Pistol whipped his kids and taped up his wife He figured Rock set him up, no question Wet him up, no less than 50 shots in each direction How many shots, mad nigga, I see a mad hole What kind of gas, Hitchling, Cox and Calico But *** that, I know where all them niggas rest at In the building 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 comin' Somebody got to die If I go, you got to go Somebody got to die Let the gun shots blow Somebody got to die Nobody got to know that I killed your ass in the mix Somebody got to die If I go, you got to go Somebody got to die Let the gun shots blow Somebody got to die Nobody got to know that I killed your ass in the mix Exchange hundreds and pounds before the throwdown How it's gon' go down Ladies, niggas, slow down Slow down *** all that planning *** Run up in they cribs and make them cats abandon *** See, niggas like you do ten-year bids Miss the nigga they want and murder innocent kids Nah-ah, one nigga's in my eye That's Jason Ain't no sluts gon' be wasted Revenge, I'm tastin' at the tip of my lips I can't wait to feel my clip in his hips Past the chocolate, time Sing, ain't lie There's Jason with his back to me Talkin' to his faculty I start to get a funny feelin' Put the mask on in case this nigga starts squealin' Scream his name out He's 36, nothin' short of a nigga Turn around, hold up his daughter Take that, take that, take that