The Notorious B.I.G. Follow

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 interrupted by a doorbell

3:52, who the hell

Is this?

I gets up quick

Cocks my shit

Stop the dogs from barking

Then proceed to walking

Its a face that I seen before

My nigga 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

Nigga, 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 shit

Bust the gat 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 don't fuck the Pop

Head spinning, reminiscing bout my man C-Rock

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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 ass in the mist, kid

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

True indeed

But yo nigga let me proceed

Don't fill them clips too high

Give them bullets room to breathe

Damn where was I?

Yeah

One night in town

Blew the fuck up

D-Rock went home

And Jay got stuck the fuck 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 nigga, I seen mad holes

What kinda gats?

Hitch links, Cocks, and Calicoles

But fuck 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 engine running

Find a bag to put the guns in

And c'mon if yo coming

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Exchanged hugs and pounds before the throw down

How its gonna go down

Lay these niggas low-down

Slow down

Fuck all that planning shit

Run up in they cribs

And make em catch the man n shit

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

Nigga turned around holding his daughter