[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