Ah, ah!
Im sittin in the crib dreamin about Lear jets and coupes
The way Salt shoops and how to sell records like Snoop 
Im 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 wont be minimal
Cause Im a criminal way before the rap shit
Bust the gat shit, Puff wont even know what happened
If its done smoothly, silencers on the Uzi
Stash in the hooptie, my alibi: any cutie
With a booty that done fuck Big Pop
Head spinnin, reminiscin bout my man C-Rock
Somebody gotta die
If I go, you got to go
Somebody got to die
Let the gunshots blow
Somebody got to die
Nobody got to know
That I killed yo ass in the mist, bitch
Somebody got to die
If I go, you got to go
Somebody gotta die
Let the gunshots blow
Somebody got to die
Nobody got to know
That I killed yo ass in the mist, bitch
Uhh, fillin clips, he explained our situation
Precisely, so we know exactly what we facin
Some kid named Jason
In a Honda station wagon
Was braggin, about how much loot and crack he stackin
Rock had a grip so they formed up a clique
A small crew, round the time I was locked up with you
True indeed
But yo, nigga, let me proceed
Dont fill them clips too high
Give them bullets room to breathe
Damn, where was I? Yeah
Went outta town, blew the fuck up
D-Roc went home
And Jay got stuck the fuck up
Hit him twice, caught him right for the Persian white
Pistol whipped his kids and taped up his wife 
He figured 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?
Hitchlinks, Kochs, and Calicos
But fuck that
I know where all them niggas rest at
In the buildin hustlin
And they dont be strapped
Supreme and Black is downstairs, the engine runnin
Find a bag to put the guns in
And cmon if youre comin
Somebody gotta die
If I go, you got to go
Somebody got to die
Let the gunshots blow
Somebody got to die
Nobody got to know
That I killed yo ass in the mist, bitch
Somebody got to die
If I go, you got to go
Somebody gotta die
Let the gunshots blow
Somebody got to die
Nobody got to know
That I killed yo ass in the mist, bitch
Exchanged hugs and pounds before the throw down
How its gon go down?
Lay these niggas low-down
Slow down, ah, fuck all that plannin shit
Run up in they cribs and make the cats abandon ship!
See niggas like you do ten-year bids
Miss the nigga they want and murder innocent kids
Not I
One niggas in my eye, thats Jason
Aint no slugs gonna be wasted
Revenge Im tastin at the tip of my lips
I cant wait to fill my clip in his hips
Pass the chocolate, Thai!
Sing aint lie
Theres Jason with his back to me
Talkin to his faculty
I start to get a funny feeling
Put the mask on in case this nigga start squealin
Scream his name out: 
Squeezed six, nothin shorter
Nigga turned around holdin his daughter