2 Pac & Notorious B.I.G - Somebody Gotta Die (Rmx 2012) | Текст песни

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I'm sittin in the crib dreamin' aAnnotatebout Lear jets and coupes
The way Salt shoops and how they 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'
It's 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 won't be minimal
Cuz I'm a criminal way before the rap shit
Bust the gat shit, Puff won't even know what happened

Somebody gotta die
Somebody gotta die

2pac
Time to show these bustas who's boss
Run up on a real motherfucker and get tossed
The game is deep, and thicker than a motherfuckin jimmy
Broke hoes runnin round yellin "Gimme!"
I can't stand it, hoes talkin bout they got a man
Shit all I wanted her to do is suck my DICK
So how about hittin a motherfucker on my pager
Busy now bitch but you can give me the pussy later
Fly how I fade her, played her like a game of Sega
Fuckin with the player that done made her, huh
And I ain't sleepin caught you creepin for my money
Got the dick and now you get the pistol honey (bitch)
So get the bozack, knockin hoes back, keep my dough stacked
So where the motherfuckin hoes at?
Punk niggaz can't fade the mack, livin fat
Gettin paid to rap, it's like that, you motherfuckin bitches

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