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I'm sittin' in the crib dreamin' about Leer jets and coupes
The way Salt shoops and how they sell records like Snoop
I'm interrupted by a doorbell, 3:52, who the hell is this?
I gets up quick, cocks my ****
Stop the dogs from barkin', then proceed to walkin'
It's a face that I seen before
My ***** Sing, we used to sling on the 16th floor, check it
I look deeper, I see blood upon his sneakers
And his fist gripped a chrome four-fifth, so I dip
*****, 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 ****, bust the gat ****
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 **** they Pop
Head spinnin', reminiscin' 'bout my man, C-Rock
Somebody's got to die, if I got, you got to go
Somebody's got to die, let the gunshots blow
Somebody's got to die, nobody got to know
That I killed your ass in the mist, kid
Somebody's got to die, if I got, you got to go
Somebody's got to die, let the gunshots blow
Somebody's got to die, nobody got to know
That I killed your ass in the mist, kid