Somebody's Gotta Die Lyrics - Life After Death - 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 

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 

Its 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 

Cuz 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 the pop 

Head spinnin, reminiscin bout my man c-rock 

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Somebody's got ta die 

If I got, you got ta go 

Somebody's got to die 

Let the gunshots blow 

Somebody's got to die 

Nobody got ta know 

That I killed yo ass in the mist, kid 

Somebody's got ta die 

If I got, you got ta go 

Somebody's got to die 

Let the gunshots blow 

Somebody's got to die 

Nobody got ta know 

That I killed yo ass in the mist, kid 

Photos 

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 

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 

One night in town 

Blew the fuck up 

D-rock went home 

And jay got stuck the fuck 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 nigga, I seen mad holes 

What kinda gats? 

Hitch links, cocks, and calicoles 

But fuck 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 ta die 

If I got, you got ta go 

Somebody's got to die 

Let the gunshots blow 

Somebody's got to die 

Nobody got ta know 

That I killed yo ass in the mist, kid 

Somebody's got ta die 

If I got, you got ta go 

Somebody's got to die 

Let the gunshots blow 

Somebody's got to die 

Nobody got ta know 

That I killed yo ass 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 

Fuck all that plannin shit 

Run up in they cribs 

And make em catch the man n shit 

See niggas like you do ten year bids 

Miss the niggas they want 

And murder innocent kids 

Not i 

One niggas 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 

Nigga turned around holdin his daughter