Somebody's Gotta Die Lyrics

Song	Somebody's Gotta Die
Artist	The Notorious B.I.G.
Album	Life After Death
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[00:00.00]	作词 : Broady, Combs, Hester, Myrick ...
[00:26.76]	I'm sittin' in the crib dreamin' about Leer jets and coupes
[00:30.38]	The way Salt shoops and how they sell records like Snoop
[00:33.44]	I'm interrupted by a doorbell, 3:52, who the hell is this?
[00:38.70]	I gets up quick, cocks my shit
[00:41.19]	Stop the dogs from barkin', then proceed to walkin'
[00:44.63]	It's a face that I seen before
[00:46.64]	My nigga Sing, we used to sling on the 16th floor, check it
[00:50.14]	I look deeper, I see blood upon his sneakers
[00:53.09]	And his fist gripped a chrome four-fifth, so I dip
[00:56.27]	Nigga, is you creepin' or speakin'?
[00:58.52]	He tells me, C-Rock just got hit up at the beacon
[01:01.46]	I opens up the door, pitiful, is he in critical?
[01:04.40]	Retaliation for this one won't be minimal
[01:07.02]	'Cause I'm a criminal way before the rap shit, bust the gat shit
[01:11.08]	Puff won't even know what happened if it's done smoothly
[01:13.39]
[01:14.25]	Silencers on the Uzi stash in the hooptie
[01:17.25]	My alibi, any cutie with a booty that done f**k they Pop
[01:21.38]	Head spinnin', reminiscin' 'bout my man, C-Rock
[01:24.25]	Somebody's got to die, if I got, you got to go
[01:27.13]	Somebody's got to die, let the gunshots blow
[01:29.56]	Somebody's got to die, nobody got to know
[01:32.82]	That I killed your ass in the mist, kid
[01:35.88]	Somebody's got to die, if I got, you got to go
[01:38.69]	Somebody's got to die, let the gunshots blow
[01:41.50]	Somebody's got to die, nobody got to know
[01:44.44]	That I killed your ass in the mist, kid
[01:48.07]	Fillin' clips, he explained our situation
[01:50.13]	Precisely, so we know exactly what we facin'
[01:53.25]	Some kid named Jason in a Honda station
[01:55.75]	Wagon was braggin' about how much loot and crack he stackin'
[01:59.13]	Rock had a grip, so they formed up a clique
[02:01.82]	The small crew 'round the time I was locked up with you
[02:04.69]	True indeed but yo, nigga let me proceed
[02:07.70]	Don't fill them clips too high, give them bullets room to breathe
[02:09.93]	Damn where was I? Yeah
[02:11.74]	One night in town, blew the f**k up
[02:13.62]	D-Rock went home and Jay got stuck the f**k up
[02:16.61]	Hit 'em twice, got 'em right for the virgin white
[02:19.56]	Pistol whipped his kids and taped up his wife
[02:22.30]	He said, "Yo Rock, set 'em up", no question
[02:24.86]	Wet 'em up no less than 50 shots in his direction
[02:27.99]	How many shots? Man nigga, I seen mad holes
[02:31.12]	What kinda gats? Hitch links, Cocks and Calicoes
[02:33.80]	But f**k that, I know where all them niggas rest at
[02:36.87]	In the buildin' hustlin' and they don't be strapped
[02:39.50]	Supreme in black is downstairs, the engine runnin'
[02:42.37]	Find a bag to put the guns in and c'mon if yo comin'
[02:45.24]	Somebody's got to die, if I got, you got to go
[02:47.87]	Somebody's got to die, let the gunshots blow
[02:50.80]	Somebody's got to die, nobody got to know
[02:53.74]	That I killed your ass in the mist, kid
[02:56.74]	Somebody's got to die, if I got, you got to go
[02:59.56]	Somebody's got to die, let the gunshots blow
[03:02.37]	Somebody's got to die, nobody got to know
[03:05.24]	That I killed your ass in the mist, kid
[03:08.99]	Exchanged hugs and pounds before the throw down
[03:11.68]	How it's gonna go down, lay these niggas low-down
[03:14.30]	Slow down, f**k all that plannin' shit
[03:17.56]	Run up in they cribs and make 'em catch the man and shit
[03:20.55]	See, niggas like you do ten year bids
[03:23.18]	Miss the niggas they want and murder innocent kids
[03:25.93]	Not I, one nigga's in my eye
[03:28.74]	That's Jason, ain't no slugs gonna be wasted
[03:31.74]	Revenge, I'm tastin' at the tip of my lips
[03:33.30]
[03:34.18]	I can't wait to feel my clip in his hips
[03:36.43]	Pass the chocolate
[03:37.61]	Thai, Sing ain't lie
[03:40.18]	There's Jason with his back to me, talkin' to his faculty
[03:43.36]	I start to get a funny feelins
[03:45.43]	Put the mask on in case his niggas start squealin'
[03:48.37]	Scream his name out, squeeze six knuckles shorter
[03:51.24]	Nigga turned around holdin' his daughter

[00:00.00]	zuo ci : Broady, Combs, Hester, Myrick ...
[00:26.76]	I' m sittin' in the crib dreamin' about Leer jets and coupes
[00:30.38]	The way Salt shoops and how they sell records like Snoop
[00:33.44]	I' m interrupted by a doorbell, 3: 52, who the hell is this?
[00:38.70]	I gets up quick, cocks my shit
[00:41.19]	Stop the dogs from barkin', then proceed to walkin'
[00:44.63]	It' s a face that I seen before
[00:46.64]	My nigga Sing, we used to sling on the 16th floor, check it
[00:50.14]	I look deeper, I see blood upon his sneakers
[00:53.09]	And his fist gripped a chrome fourfifth, so I dip
[00:56.27]	Nigga, is you creepin' or speakin'?
[00:58.52]	He tells me, CRock just got hit up at the beacon
[01:01.46]	I opens up the door, pitiful, is he in critical?
[01:04.40]	Retaliation for this one won' t be minimal
[01:07.02]	' Cause I' m a criminal way before the rap shit, bust the gat shit
[01:11.08]	Puff won' t even know what happened if it' s done smoothly
[01:13.39]
[01:14.25]	Silencers on the Uzi stash in the hooptie
[01:17.25]	My alibi, any cutie with a booty that done f k they Pop
[01:21.38]	Head spinnin', reminiscin' ' bout my man, CRock
[01:24.25]	Somebody' s got to die, if I got, you got to go
[01:27.13]	Somebody' s got to die, let the gunshots blow
[01:29.56]	Somebody' s got to die, nobody got to know
[01:32.82]	That I killed your ass in the mist, kid
[01:35.88]	Somebody' s got to die, if I got, you got to go
[01:38.69]	Somebody' s got to die, let the gunshots blow
[01:41.50]	Somebody' s got to die, nobody got to know
[01:44.44]	That I killed your ass in the mist, kid
[01:48.07]	Fillin' clips, he explained our situation
[01:50.13]	Precisely, so we know exactly what we facin'
[01:53.25]	Some kid named Jason in a Honda station
[01:55.75]	Wagon was braggin' about how much loot and crack he stackin'
[01:59.13]	Rock had a grip, so they formed up a clique
[02:01.82]	The small crew ' round the time I was locked up with you
[02:04.69]	True indeed but yo, nigga let me proceed
[02:07.70]	Don' t fill them clips too high, give them bullets room to breathe
[02:09.93]	Damn where was I? Yeah
[02:11.74]	One night in town, blew the f k up
[02:13.62]	DRock went home and Jay got stuck the f k up
[02:16.61]	Hit ' em twice, got ' em right for the virgin white
[02:19.56]	Pistol whipped his kids and taped up his wife
[02:22.30]	He said, " Yo Rock, set ' em up", no question
[02:24.86]	Wet ' em up no less than 50 shots in his direction
[02:27.99]	How many shots? Man nigga, I seen mad holes
[02:31.12]	What kinda gats? Hitch links, Cocks and Calicoes
[02:33.80]	But f k that, I know where all them niggas rest at
[02:36.87]	In the buildin' hustlin' and they don' t be strapped
[02:39.50]	Supreme in black is downstairs, the engine runnin'
[02:42.37]	Find a bag to put the guns in and c' mon if yo comin'
[02:45.24]	Somebody' s got to die, if I got, you got to go
[02:47.87]	Somebody' s got to die, let the gunshots blow
[02:50.80]	Somebody' s got to die, nobody got to know
[02:53.74]	That I killed your ass in the mist, kid
[02:56.74]	Somebody' s got to die, if I got, you got to go
[02:59.56]	Somebody' s got to die, let the gunshots blow
[03:02.37]	Somebody' s got to die, nobody got to know
[03:05.24]	That I killed your ass in the mist, kid
[03:08.99]	Exchanged hugs and pounds before the throw down
[03:11.68]	How it' s gonna go down, lay these niggas lowdown
[03:14.30]	Slow down, f k all that plannin' shit
[03:17.56]	Run up in they cribs and make ' em catch the man and shit
[03:20.55]	See, niggas like you do ten year bids
[03:23.18]	Miss the niggas they want and murder innocent kids
[03:25.93]	Not I, one nigga' s in my eye
[03:28.74]	That' s Jason, ain' t no slugs gonna be wasted
[03:31.74]	Revenge, I' m tastin' at the tip of my lips
[03:33.30]
[03:34.18]	I can' t wait to feel my clip in his hips
[03:36.43]	Pass the chocolate
[03:37.61]	Thai, Sing ain' t lie
[03:40.18]	There' s Jason with his back to me, talkin' to his faculty
[03:43.36]	I start to get a funny feelins
[03:45.43]	Put the mask on in case his niggas start squealin'
[03:48.37]	Scream his name out, squeeze six knuckles shorter
[03:51.24]	Nigga turned around holdin' his daughter

[00:00.00]	zuò cí : Broady, Combs, Hester, Myrick ...
[00:26.76]	I' m sittin' in the crib dreamin' about Leer jets and coupes
[00:30.38]	The way Salt shoops and how they sell records like Snoop
[00:33.44]	I' m interrupted by a doorbell, 3: 52, who the hell is this?
[00:38.70]	I gets up quick, cocks my shit
[00:41.19]	Stop the dogs from barkin', then proceed to walkin'
[00:44.63]	It' s a face that I seen before
[00:46.64]	My nigga Sing, we used to sling on the 16th floor, check it
[00:50.14]	I look deeper, I see blood upon his sneakers
[00:53.09]	And his fist gripped a chrome fourfifth, so I dip
[00:56.27]	Nigga, is you creepin' or speakin'?
[00:58.52]	He tells me, CRock just got hit up at the beacon
[01:01.46]	I opens up the door, pitiful, is he in critical?
[01:04.40]	Retaliation for this one won' t be minimal
[01:07.02]	' Cause I' m a criminal way before the rap shit, bust the gat shit
[01:11.08]	Puff won' t even know what happened if it' s done smoothly
[01:13.39]
[01:14.25]	Silencers on the Uzi stash in the hooptie
[01:17.25]	My alibi, any cutie with a booty that done f k they Pop
[01:21.38]	Head spinnin', reminiscin' ' bout my man, CRock
[01:24.25]	Somebody' s got to die, if I got, you got to go
[01:27.13]	Somebody' s got to die, let the gunshots blow
[01:29.56]	Somebody' s got to die, nobody got to know
[01:32.82]	That I killed your ass in the mist, kid
[01:35.88]	Somebody' s got to die, if I got, you got to go
[01:38.69]	Somebody' s got to die, let the gunshots blow
[01:41.50]	Somebody' s got to die, nobody got to know
[01:44.44]	That I killed your ass in the mist, kid
[01:48.07]	Fillin' clips, he explained our situation
[01:50.13]	Precisely, so we know exactly what we facin'
[01:53.25]	Some kid named Jason in a Honda station
[01:55.75]	Wagon was braggin' about how much loot and crack he stackin'
[01:59.13]	Rock had a grip, so they formed up a clique
[02:01.82]	The small crew ' round the time I was locked up with you
[02:04.69]	True indeed but yo, nigga let me proceed
[02:07.70]	Don' t fill them clips too high, give them bullets room to breathe
[02:09.93]	Damn where was I? Yeah
[02:11.74]	One night in town, blew the f k up
[02:13.62]	DRock went home and Jay got stuck the f k up
[02:16.61]	Hit ' em twice, got ' em right for the virgin white
[02:19.56]	Pistol whipped his kids and taped up his wife
[02:22.30]	He said, " Yo Rock, set ' em up", no question
[02:24.86]	Wet ' em up no less than 50 shots in his direction
[02:27.99]	How many shots? Man nigga, I seen mad holes
[02:31.12]	What kinda gats? Hitch links, Cocks and Calicoes
[02:33.80]	But f k that, I know where all them niggas rest at
[02:36.87]	In the buildin' hustlin' and they don' t be strapped
[02:39.50]	Supreme in black is downstairs, the engine runnin'
[02:42.37]	Find a bag to put the guns in and c' mon if yo comin'
[02:45.24]	Somebody' s got to die, if I got, you got to go
[02:47.87]	Somebody' s got to die, let the gunshots blow
[02:50.80]	Somebody' s got to die, nobody got to know
[02:53.74]	That I killed your ass in the mist, kid
[02:56.74]	Somebody' s got to die, if I got, you got to go
[02:59.56]	Somebody' s got to die, let the gunshots blow
[03:02.37]	Somebody' s got to die, nobody got to know
[03:05.24]	That I killed your ass in the mist, kid
[03:08.99]	Exchanged hugs and pounds before the throw down
[03:11.68]	How it' s gonna go down, lay these niggas lowdown
[03:14.30]	Slow down, f k all that plannin' shit
[03:17.56]	Run up in they cribs and make ' em catch the man and shit
[03:20.55]	See, niggas like you do ten year bids
[03:23.18]	Miss the niggas they want and murder innocent kids
[03:25.93]	Not I, one nigga' s in my eye
[03:28.74]	That' s Jason, ain' t no slugs gonna be wasted
[03:31.74]	Revenge, I' m tastin' at the tip of my lips
[03:33.30]
[03:34.18]	I can' t wait to feel my clip in his hips
[03:36.43]	Pass the chocolate
[03:37.61]	Thai, Sing ain' t lie
[03:40.18]	There' s Jason with his back to me, talkin' to his faculty
[03:43.36]	I start to get a funny feelins
[03:45.43]	Put the mask on in case his niggas start squealin'
[03:48.37]	Scream his name out, squeeze six knuckles shorter
[03:51.24]	Nigga turned around holdin' his daughter

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