text: 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