[Verse One:]

I'm sitting in the crib dreaming about Leer jets and coupes
The way Salt shoops and how they sell records like Snoop
Oops!
I'm [bad word] by a doorbell
3:52, who the [bad word] Is this?
I gets up quick [bad word] my [bad word] Stop the dogs from barking
Then proceed to walking
Its a face that I seen before
My [bad word] 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 [bad word]  is you creeping or speaking?
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 [bad word] Bust the gat [bad word] 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 don't [bad word] the Pop
Head spinning, reminiscing bout my man C-Rock
 [bad word]  repeat 2X]

Somebody's gotta die
If I got, you gotta go
Somebody's gotta die
Let the gunshots blow
Somebody's gotta die
Nobody gotta know
That I killed yo [bad word] in the mist, kid

[Verse Two:]

Filling clips he explained our situation
Precisely, so we know exactly what we facing
Some kid named Jason
In a Honda station waggon
Was bragging
About how much loot and crack he stacking
Rock had a grip so they formed up a clique
Small crew
'Round the time I was locked up with you [bad word] indeed
But yo [bad word] let me proceed
Don't fill them clips too high
Give them bullets room to breathe [bad word] where was I?
Yeah
One night in town
Blew the [bad word] up
D-Rock went home
And Jay got stuck the [bad word] up
Hit 'em twice
Got 'em right for the virgin white
Pistol whipped his kids
And taped up his wife
He said "Yo Rock, set em up", no question
Wet em up no less
Than 50 shots in his direction
How many shots?
Man [bad word]  I seen mad holes
What kinda gats?
Hitch links, [bad word]  and Calicoles
But [bad word] that
I know where all them niggas rest at
In the building hustling
And they don't be strapped
Supreme in black
Is downstairs, the [bad word] Find a bag to put the guns in
And c'mon if [bad word]  [bad word] 

[Verse Three:]
Exchanged hugs and pounds before the throw down
How its gonna go down
Lay these niggas low-down
Slow down [bad word] all that planning [bad [bad word] up in they cribs
And make em catch the man n [bad word] See niggas like you do ten year bids
Miss the niggas they want
And murder innocent kids
Not I
One niggas in my eye
That's Jason
Ain't no slugs gonna be wasted
Revenge I'm tasting at the tip of my lips
I can't wait to feel my clip in his hips
Pass the chocolate
Thai
Sing ain't lie
There's Jason with his back to me
Talking to his faculty
I start to get a funny feelings
Put the mask on in case his niggas start squealing
Scream his name out
Squeeze six knuckles shorter [bad word] turned around holding his daughter