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NOTORIOUS B.I.G

Somebody's Gotta Die

  hiphop  rap  hip hop  old school  iconic
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Текст песни NOTORIOUS B.I.G - Somebody's Gotta Die

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Текст песни NOTORIOUS B.I.G - Somebody's Gotta Die




erse One:I'm sittin in the crib dreamin about Leer jets and coupesThe way Salt shoops and how they sell records like SnoopOops!I'm interrupted by a doorbell3:52, who the hell( )Is this?I gets up quickCocks my shitStop the dogs from barkinThen proceed to walkinIts a face that I seen beforeMy nigga Sing, we used to sling on the 16th floorCheck itI look deeperI see blood up on his sneakersAnd his fist gripped a chrome four-fifthSo I dipNigga, is you creepin or speakin?He tells me C-Rock just got hit up at the beaconI opens up the door, pitifulIs he in critical?Retaliation for this one won't be minimalCuz I'm a criminalWay before the rap shitBust the gat shitPuff won't even know what happened,If it's done smoothlySilencers on the UziStash in the hooptieMy alibi, any cutieWith a booty that done fuck the PopHead spinnin, reminiscin bout my man C-RockChorus: repeat 2XSomebody'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, kidVerse Two:Fillin clips he explained our situationPrecisely, so we know exactly what we facinSome kid named JasonIn a Honda station wagonWas bragginAbout how much loot and crack he stackinRock had a grip so they formed up a cliqueSmall crew'Round the time I was locked up with youTrue indeedBut yo nigga let me proceedDon't fill them clips too highGive them bullets room to breatheDamn where was I?YeahOne night in townBlew the fuck upD-Rock went homeAnd Jay got stuck the fuck upHit 'em twiceGot 'em right for the virgin whitePistol whipped his kidsAnd taped up his wifeHe said ";Yo Rock, set em up";, no questionWet em up no less Than 50 shots in his directionHow many shots?Man nigga, I seen mad holesWhat kinda gats?Hitch links, Cocks, and CalicolesBut fuck thatI know where all them niggas rest atIn the buildin hustlinAnd they don't be strappedSupreme in black




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