[Verse One]I'm sittin in the crib dreamin' about Lear jets and coupesThe 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 shitStop the dogs from barkin', then proceed to walkin'It's a face that I seen beforeMy nigga Sing, we used to sling on the 16th floorCheck it, I look deeperI see blood up on his sneakersAnd his fist gripped a chrome four-fifthSo I dip, nigga, is you creepin or speakin?He tells me C-Rock just got hit up at the BeaconI opens up the door, pitiful, "Is he in critical?Retaliation for this one won't be minimalCuz I'm a criminal way before the rap shitBust the gat shit, Puff won't even know what happenedIf it's done smoothly, silencers on the UziStash in the hooptie, my alibi, any cutieWith a booty that done fuck Big PopHead spinnin, reminiscin' 'bout my man C-Rock[Hook: repeat 2X]Somebody's got ta dieIf I got, you got ta goSomebody's got to dieLet the gunshots blowSomebody's got to dieNobody got ta knowThat I killed yo ass in the mist, kid[Verse Two]Fillin' clips, he explained our situationPrecisely, so we know exactly what we facin'"Some kid named Jason, In a Honda station wagonWas braggin', about how much loot and crack he stackin'Rock had a grip so they formed up a cliqueA small crew'Round the time I was locked up with you""True indeed,""But yo nigga, let me proceedDon't fill them clips too high, give them bullets room to breatheDamn where was I? Yeah...Went outta town, blew the fuck upC-Rock went home and Jay got stuck the fuck upHit him twice, caught him right for the Persian whitePistol whipped his kids, and taped up his wife (Niggas is trife)He figured Rock set 'em up, no questionWet em up no less than 50 shots in his direction""How many shots?" "Man nigga, I seen mad holes""What kinda gats?" "Heckler & Kochs and CalicosBut fuck that, I know where all them niggas rest atIn the buildin' hustlin', and they don't be strappedSupreme in black is downstairs, the engine runnin'Find a bag to put the guns in, and c'mon if you're comin'[Hook][Verse Three]Exchanged hugs and pounds before the throw downHow it's gonna go down, lay these niggas low-down"Slow down, fuck all that plannin' shitRun up in they cribs, and make the cats abandon shipSee niggas like you do ten year bidsMiss the niggas they want, and murder innocent kidsNot I, one niggas in my eyeThat's JasonAin't no slugs gonna be wasted"Revenge I'm tastin at the tip of my lipsI can't wait to feel my clip in his hips"Pass the chocolate Thai"Sing ain't lieThere's Jason with his back to meTalkin to his facultyI start to get a funny feelingPut the mask on in case his niggas start squealin'Scream his name out (Ay yo playboy!), squeezed six, nothin' shorterNigga turned around holdin' his daughter
Songs by The Notorious B.I.G.
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