The Notorious B.I.G. - Somebody’s Gotta Die lyrics

Ah, ah! 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'
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
'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 gotta 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 yo' ass in the mist, bitch
Somebody got to die if I go, you got to go
Somebody gotta die let the gunshots blow
Somebody got to die nobody got to know
That I killed yo' ass in the mist, bitch

Uhh, 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
Went outta town, blew the fuck up
D-Roc went home
And Jay got stuck the fuck up hit him twice
Caught him right for the Persian white
Pistol whipped his kids and taped up his wife
(niggas is trife)
He figured Rock set 'em up, no question
Wet 'em up no less
Than 50 shots in his direction" (uhh)
"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 c'mon if you're comin'

Somebody gotta 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 yo' ass in the mist, bitch
Somebody got to die if I go, you got to go
Somebody gotta die let the gunshots blow
Somebody got to die nobody got to know
That I killed yo' ass in the mist, bitch

Exchanged hugs and pounds
Before the throwdown how it's gon' go down?
Lay these niggas low down
"Slow down, ah, 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 gonna be wasted
Revenge I'm tastin' at the tip of my lips
I can't wait to fill 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
This nigga start squealin'
Scream his name out: ("Ay yo, playboy!")
Squeezed six, nothin' shorter
Nigga turned around holdin' his daughter