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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, c***s my s**t

Stop the dogs from barkin', then proceed to walkin'

It's a face that I seen before

My bitches 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

Bitch, 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 **** 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