[Verse One:]    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 don't fuck the Pop  Head spinnin, reminiscin 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 ass in the mist, kid    [Verse Two:]    Fillin clips he explained our situation  Precisely, so we know exactly what we facin  Some kid named Jason  In a highway station, raggin  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    [Chorus]    [Verse Three:]  Exchanged hugs and pounds before the throw down  How its 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