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letra de jason's lyric - rob markman

[intro]
somebody’s gotta die
somebody’s gotta die

[verse 1]
i don’t give a f-ck my baby girl gone
don’t even feel real like some sh-t 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 bullsh-t
why the f-ck 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 motherf-ckas 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

[chorus]
somebody died, sh-t my gun go off
somebody died, d-mn they think i’m soft
somebody died, we ain’t takin’ a loss
it’s either me or it’s you what f-ck i’m supposed to do?

[verse 2]
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, motherf-kas tryna k!ll 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?
f-ck that, we ain’t lettin sh-t 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 motherf-ckas
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

[chorus]
somebody died, sh-t my gun go off
somebody died, d-mn they think i’m soft
somebody died, we ain’t takin’ a loss
it’s either me or it’s you what f-ck i’m supposed to do?

[verse 3]
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 sh-t 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 d-mn

[outro: hovain]
d-mn i think i hit the baby kid
n-gg- turned around, he was holdin’ the baby
f-ck, we out
f-ck that

- rob markman

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