Somebody's Gotta Die Video (MV)

Yeah
Uh, uh

I'm sittin' in the crib dreamin' about Lear jets and coupes
The way Salt shoops and how to 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, he 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
'Cause 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 done f*ck Big Pop
Head spinnin', reminiscin' 'bout my man C-Rock

Somebody got to 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 your ass in the mist, bitch
Somebody got to 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 your ass in the mist, bitch

Uh, 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
Don't fill them clips too high, give them bullets room to breathe
Damn, where was I? Yeah, run out of town, blew the f*ck up
D-Rock went home and Jay got stuck the f*ck up
Hit 'em twice, caught 'em right for the Persian white
Pistol whipped his kids and taped up his wife (niggas is trife)
He figured Rock set him 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 f*ck that
I know where all them niggas rest at
In the buildin' hustlin' and they don't be strapped
Supreme and Black is downstairs, the engine runnin'
Find a bag to put the guns in and come on if you're comin'

Somebody got to 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 your ass in the mist, bitch
Somebody got to 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 your ass in the mist, bitch

Uh, exchanged hugs and pounds before the throw down
How it's gon' go down
Lay these niggas low-down
"Slow down, uh, f*ck all that plannin' shit
Run up in they cribs and make them cats abandon ship"
See niggas like you do ten year bids
Miss the nigga they want and murder innocent kids
Not I
One nigga's in my eye, that's Jason
Ain't no slugs gon' 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 feeling
Put the mask on in case his niggas start squealin'
Scream his name out (ayo, playboy)
Squeeze six, nothin' shorter
Nigga turned around holdin' his daughter