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808 melo – somebody gotta die (melo mix) كلمات اغاني

[intro: pop smoke]
shout out 808 melo

[verse 1: the notorious b.i.g.]
ah, ah!
i’m sittin’ in the crib dreamin’ about lear jets and coupes
the way salt shoops and how to sell records like snoop (oops!)
i’m interrupted by a doorbell
3:52 _ who the h_ll is this?
i gets up quick, c_cks my sh_t
stop the dogs from barkin’, then proceed to walkin’
it’s a face that i seen before
my n_gga 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
n_gga, 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
’cause i’m a criminal
way before the rap sh_t
bust the gat sh_t; 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 f_ck big pop
head spinnin’, reminiscin’ ’bout my man c_rock
[chorus: the notorious b.i.g.]]
somebody gotta die
if i go, you got to go
somebody got to die
let the gunshots blow
somebody got to die
n0body got to know
that i k!lled yo’ ass in the mist, b_tch
somebody got to die
if i go, you got to go
somebody gotta die
let the gunshots blow
somebody got to die
n0body got to know
that i k!lled yo’ ass in the mist, b_tch

[verse 2: the notorious b.i.g.]
uhh, fillin’ clips, he explained our situation
precisely, so we know exactly what we facin’
“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 n_gga, let me proceed
don’t fill them clips too high
give them bullets room to breathe
d_mn, where was i? yeah
went outta town, blew the f_ck up
d_roc went home
and jay got stuck the f_ck up
hit him twice, caught him right for the persian white
pistol whipped his kids and taped up his wife (n_ggas is trife)
he figured rock set ’em up, no question
wet ’em up no less
than 50 shots in his direction” (uhh)
“how many shots?”
“man n_gga, i seen mad holes”
“what kinda gats?”
“hitchlinks, kochs, and calicos”
but f_ck that
i know where all them n_ggas rest at
in the buildin’ hustlin’
and they don’t be strapped
supreme in black is downstairs, the engine runnin’
find a bag to put the guns in
and c’mon if you’re comin’
[chorus: the notorious b.i.g.]
somebody gotta die
if i go, you got to go
somebody got to die
let the gunshots blow
somebody got to die
n0body got to know
that i k!lled yo’ ass in the mist, b_tch
somebody got to die
if i go, you got to go
somebody gotta die
let the gunshots blow
somebody got to die
n0body got to know
that i k!lled yo’ ass in the mist, b_tch

[verse 3: the notorious b.i.g.]
exchanged hugs and pounds before the throw down
how it’s gon’ go down?
lay these n_ggas low_down
“slow down, ah, f_ck all that plannin’ sh_t
run up in they cribs and make the cats abandon ship!”
see n_ggas like you do ten_year bids
miss the n_gga they want and murder innocent kids
not i
one n_gga’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 this n_gga start squealin’
scream his name out: (“ay yo, playboy!”)
squeezed six, nothin’ shorter
n_gga turned around holdin’ his daughter

- 808 melo

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