[Verse One:]

I'm sitting in the crib dreaming 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

@@#!s my %#@!
Stop the dogs from barking
Then proceed to walking

Its a face that I seen before
My ^!$$% 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
^!$$%, is you creeping or speaking?
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 %#@!
Bust the gat %#@!

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 don't $#&@ the Pop

Head spinning, reminiscing bout my man C-Rock

[Chorus: repeat 2X]


Somebody's gotta die
If I got, you gotta go

Somebody's gotta die
Let the gunshots blow
Somebody's gotta die

Nobody gotta know
That I killed yo $$# in the mist, kid


[Verse Two:]

Filling clips he explained our situation

Precisely, so we know exactly what we facing
Some kid named Jason
In a Honda station waggon

Was bragging
About how much loot and crack he stacking
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 ^!$$% 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 $#&@ up
D-Rock went home
And Jay got stuck the $#&@ 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 ^!$$%, I seen mad holes

What kinda gats?
Hitch links, @@#!s, and Calicoles
But $#&@ that
I know where all them ^!$$%s rest at
In the building hustling

And they don't be strapped
Supreme in black
Is downstairs, the engine running
Find a bag to put the guns in
And c'mon if yo coming


[Chorus]

[Verse Three:]
Exchanged hugs and pounds before the throw down

How its gonna go down
Lay these ^!$$%s low-down
Slow down
$#&@ all that planning %#@!
Run up in they cribs

And make em catch the man n %#@!
See ^!$$%s like you do ten year bids
Miss the ^!$$%s they want
And murder innocent kids
Not I
One ^!$$%s in my eye

That's Jason
Ain't no slugs gonna be wasted
Revenge I'm tasting 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
Talking to his faculty
I start to get a funny feelings
Put the mask on in case his ^!$$%s start squealing
Scream his name out
Squeeze six knuckles shorter
^!$$% turned around holding his daughter