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I'm sittin in the crib dreamin about Lear jets and coupes<br />The way Salt shoops and how they sell records like Snoop<br />(Oops!)<br />I'm interrupted by a doorbell<br />3:52, who the hell is this?<br />I gets up quick cocks my shit<br />Stop the dogs from barkin then proceed to walkin<br />It's a face that I seen before<br />My nigga Sing, we used to sling on the 16th floor<br />Check it<br />I look deeper I see blood up on his sneakers<br />And his fist gripped a chrome four-fifth so I dip<br />Nigga, is you creepin or speakin?<br />He tells me C-Rock just got hit up at the beacon<br />I opens up the door, pitiful<br />Is he in critical?<br />Retaliation for this one won't be minimal<br />Cuz I'm a criminal way before the rap shit<br />Bust the gat shit Puff won't even know what happened,<br />If it's done smoothly<br />Silencers on the Uzi, stash in the hooptie<br />My alibi, any cutie with a booty that done fuck the Pop<br />Head spinnin, reminiscin bout my man C-Rock<br /><br />[Chorus X2]<br /><br />Somebody's gotta die<br />If I got, you gotta go<br />Somebody's gotta die<br />Let the gunshots blow<br />Somebody's gotta die<br />Nobody gotta know<br />That I killed yo ass in the mist, snitch<br /><br />Fillin clips he explained our situation<br />Precisely, so we know exactly what we facin<br />Some kid named Jason in a highway station, raggin<br />Was braggin about how much loot and crack he stackin<br />Rock had a grip so they formed up a clique, a small crew<br />'Round the time I was locked up with you true indeed<br />But yo nigga let me proceed<br />Don't fill them clips too high give them bullets room to breathe<br />Damn where was I?<br />Yeah, one night in town blew the fuck up<br />D-Rock went home and Jay got stuck the fuck up<br />Hit 'em twice got 'em right for the virgin white<br />Pistol whipped his kids and taped up his wife<br />He said 'Yo Rock, set em up', no question<br />Wet em up no less than 50 shots in his direction<br />How many shots? Man nigga, I seen mad holes<br />What kinda gats? Hitch links, Cocks, and Calicoles<br />But fuck that, I know where all them niggas rest at<br />In the buildin hustlin and they don't be strapped supreme in black<br />Is downstairs, the engine runnin find a bag to put the guns in and c'mon if yo comin<br /><br />[Chorus X2]<br /><br />Exchanged hugs and pounds before the throw down how it's gonna go down<br />Lay these niggas low-down<br />Slow down<br />Fuck all that plannin shit run up in they cribs<br />And make em catch the man and shit<br />See niggas like you do ten year bids miss the niggas they want<br />And murder innocent kids; Not I<br />One niggas in my eye, that's Jason<br />Ain't no slugs gonna be wasted revenge I'm tastin at the tip of my lips<br />I can't wait to feel my clip in his hips<br />Pass the chocolate Thai, sing ain't lie<br />There's Jason with his back to me<br />Talkin to his faculty<br />I start to get a funny feelins<br />Put the mask on in case his niggas start squealin<br />Scream his name out<br />Squeeze six knuckles shorter<br />Nigga turned around holdin his daughter.
Letra nueva de la canción
I'm sittin in the crib dreamin about Lear jets and coupes<br />The way Salt shoops and how they sell records like Snoop<br />(Oops!)<br />I'm interrupted by a doorbell<br />3:52, who the hell is this?<br />I gets up quick cocks my shit<br />Stop the dogs from barkin then proceed to walkin<br />It's a face that I seen before<br />My nigga Sing, we used to sling on the 16th floor<br />Check it<br />I look deeper I see blood up on his sneakers<br />And his fist gripped a chrome four-fifth so I dip<br />Nigga, is you creepin or speakin?<br />He tells me C-Rock just got hit up at the beacon<br />I opens up the door, pitiful<br />Is he in critical?<br />Retaliation for this one won't be minimal<br />Cuz I'm a criminal way before the rap shit<br />Bust the gat shit Puff won't even know what happened,<br />If it's done smoothly<br />Silencers on the Uzi, stash in the hooptie<br />My alibi, any cutie with a booty that done fuck the Pop<br />Head spinnin, reminiscin bout my man C-Rock<br /><br />[Chorus X2]<br /><br />Somebody's gotta die<br />If I got, you gotta go<br />Somebody's gotta die<br />Let the gunshots blow<br />Somebody's gotta die<br />Nobody gotta know<br />That I killed yo ass in the mist, snitch<br /><br />Fillin clips he explained our situation<br />Precisely, so we know exactly what we facin<br />Some kid named Jason in a highway station, raggin<br />Was braggin about how much loot and crack he stackin<br />Rock had a grip so they formed up a clique, a small crew<br />'Round the time I was locked up with you true indeed<br />But yo nigga let me proceed<br />Don't fill them clips too high give them bullets room to breathe<br />Damn where was I?<br />Yeah, one night in town blew the fuck up<br />D-Rock went home and Jay got stuck the fuck up<br />Hit 'em twice got 'em right for the virgin white<br />Pistol whipped his kids and taped up his wife<br />He said 'Yo Rock, set em up', no question<br />Wet em up no less than 50 shots in his direction<br />How many shots? Man nigga, I seen mad holes<br />What kinda gats? Hitch links, Cocks, and Calicoles<br />But fuck that, I know where all them niggas rest at<br />In the buildin hustlin and they don't be strapped supreme in black<br />Is downstairs, the engine runnin find a bag to put the guns in and c'mon if yo comin<br /><br />[Chorus X2]<br /><br />Exchanged hugs and pounds before the throw down how it's gonna go down<br />Lay these niggas low-down<br />Slow down<br />Fuck all that plannin shit run up in they cribs<br />And make em catch the man and shit<br />See niggas like you do ten year bids miss the niggas they want<br />And murder innocent kids; Not I<br />One niggas in my eye, that's Jason<br />Ain't no slugs gonna be wasted revenge I'm tastin at the tip of my lips<br />I can't wait to feel my clip in his hips<br />Pass the chocolate Thai, sing ain't lie<br />There's Jason with his back to me<br />Talkin to his faculty<br />I start to get a funny feelins<br />Put the mask on in case his niggas start squealin<br />Scream his name out<br />Squeeze six knuckles shorter<br />Nigga turned around holdin his daughter.
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