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Somebody's gotta die Somebody's gotta die I don't give a fuck my baby girl gone Don't even feel real like some shit up out a song We were about to be right then everything went wrong Lemme start from the beginning I'm about to put you on I had a little hustle, selling quarter bricks Gotta get this money, bout to have another kid Fiends started coming, we got the block pumpin' The money rollin in, cops don't know nothing I ain't even get the Benz, I pushed a Honda on some bullshit Why the fuck I need a new whip? I'm getting money so these haters got a fever high I needed muscle so I hooked up with Ceaser Rock Truth is ain't a crew out could touch us The operation's growing, sophisticated hustlers But then I got hit, they really caught me slipping Came home one night, two motherfuckas in my kitchen My baby mother taped up, and they raped her Smacked my son with the burner, took the stash and the paper Layin on the floor can't believe I got wet up Back of my mind thinking Ceaser had me set up Somebody died, shit my gun go off Somebody died, damn they think I'm soft Letras de cancionesSomebody died, we ain't takin' a loss It's either me or it's you what fuck I'm supposed to do? Gotta go to war, retaliate swiftly Move my fam out the hood, gotta do it quickly Bought a spot out in PA, two hours from philly Gotta get low, motherfukas tryna kill me Cesar hit my phone like "Son we gonna get em" Who you think hit us? "Really ain't no telling" "Ima call my man Sing, we gon put em in a coffin It won't be long ya know, the hood talkin Pistol whipped ya son and violated ya wife? Fuck that, we ain't lettin shit slide" Then Cease hung up the phone, I got a moment alone And my gut telling me it was him all along Cause I ain't tell no one about the rape I'm thinking to myself I gotta get him today Rock copped a couple tickets to see Wayne at the Beacon Been low since the hit, but tonight I'm gon see him His crew roll deep, I know all them motherfuckas Cesar and sing and a couple of their brothers I'm on the corner hand gripping the calico Impatient , the show ended bout an hour ago Then I seen Cease and I let the trigger squeeze 50 shots gon pop, that's the whole magazine I missed sing, he ran, blood stains on his kicks So I turned the other way tucked the burner and slid Somebody died, shit my gun go off Somebody died, damn they think I'm soft Somebody died, we ain't takin' a loss It's either me or it's you what fuck I'm supposed to do? It's about 3:52 I don't know what else to do Sing dipped, I know he went to get his crew His man Frank, he always getting into something Plus he rap, he tryna make it BIG or something I know they coming, told wifey pack the bags Put the kids in the car, we gotta do it fast Get em outta town 'fore the shit go down My baby 8 months and she got her daddy smile My lil man 12 and he brave like me But I never ever ever ever want him raised like me Outside of the crib sayin' goodbye Tryna stay strong wifey seen it in my eyes Then I kissed my little girl, That'll be her last Frank crept up behind me, gun with the mask Screamed my name, (Yo playboy) six shots nothing shorter Turned around holding my daughter damn Damn I think I hit the baby kid Nigga turned around, he was holdin' the baby Fuck, we out Fuck that From Letras Mania