Lyrics Somebody Has To Die - T.H.C.

It's a face that I seen before
My nigga Sing, we used to sling on the 16th floor
I opens up the door, pitiful: "Is he in critical?"
Retaliation for this one won't be minimal
Bust the gat shit;

"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
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
"How many shots?" "Man nigga, I seen mad holes"
But fuck that, I know where all them niggas rest at
In the buildin' hustlin' and they don't be strapped

Produced By Carlos "6 July" Broady, Nashiem Myrick & Puff
Daddy
Written By Puff Daddy, Carlos "6 July" Broady, Nashiem
Myrick &2 more
Recorded By Rich July, Steve Jones, Doug Wilson &2 more
Mixed By Prince Charles Alexander & Puff Daddy
Engineer Steve Jones, Rasheed Goodlowe, Chris
"Cornbread" Cresco &1 more
Strings Arranged
By
Stevie J
Release Date March 25, 1997
Recorded At Daddy's House Recording Studios (New York,
NY)
Samples In the Rain by The Dramatics
Sampled In Three Bricks by Ghostface Killah
(Ft. The Notorious B.I.G. & Raekwon), Buss
Yo' Head by Young Buck, Learjets, coupes
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Ah, ah! I'm sittin' in the crib dreamin' about Learjets 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 walk in
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
Cause I'm a criminal way before the rap 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 fuck Big Pop
Head spinnin', reminiscin' 'bout my man C-Rock
Somebody gotta die
If I go, you got to go
Somebody gotta die
Let the gunshots blow
Somebody gotta die
Nobody got to know
That I killed yo ass in the midst, kid
Somebody gotta die
If I go, you got to go
Somebody gotta die
Let the gunshots blow
Somebody gotta die
Nobody got to know
That I killed yo ass in the midst, kid

Fillin' clips, he explained our situation
Precisely, so we know exactly what we facin'
Don't fill them clips too high, give them bullets room to breathe
Damn, it was our year
(Niggas is trife)
He figured Roc set 'em up, no question
Wet em up no less than 50 shots in his direction"
"What kinda gats?" "Hecklers, Kochs, and Calicos
Supreme in black is downstairs, the engine runnin'
Find a bag to put the guns in, and c'mon if you're comin'
Somebody gotta die
If I go, you got to go
Somebody gotta die
Let the gunshots blow
Somebody gotta die
Nobody got to know
That I killed yo ass in the midst, kid
Somebody gotta die
If I go, you got to go
Somebody gotta die
Let the gunshots blow
Somebody gotta die
Nobody got to know
That I killed yo ass in the midst, kid
Exchanged hugs and pounds before the throw down
How it's gonna 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 niggas they want and murder innocent kids
Not I, one nigga's in my eye, that's Jason
Ain't no slugs gonna be wasted
Revenge I'm tastin' at the tip of my lips
I can't wait to fill 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: "Ay yo, playboy!" - squeezed six, nothin'
Shorter
Nigga turned around holdin' his daughter