Someone's Gonna Die

[Verse 1: Violent J] I remember as a young buck, tryin' to get a grip in the southwest Everyday I'm coming in with my mouth bust Cause I fought back, I never hold out I'm still a man even with my chin blown out I held my ground, the city didn't get to me But when I came home daddy put his foot to me I lay awake, praying that that the motherfucker dies I see his fist then the pain in my mother's eyes Tell me lies, they did when I was only ten They got me loony toony, I'm drinking boony gin And once again, the city gave another test I wasn't there for my brother now he laid to rest To the chest, a bullet got the best of him They caught his killer, I'm going for the rest of em' When they found, gun em' down, wicked clown, wicked sound POP POP The murder goes round and round, I wonder will it ever cease Fuck the police, they tried to rape my niece But at least she's OK, they never caught her I spend my nights in the gutter drinking sewer water I'm not alone there's others in my territory We all share the same story A horror story, and its gory I join the gang, I'm riding high So if you try to take my pride then someone's gonna die [Hook: Shaggy2Dope] Someone's gonna die cause it has to be So many people live life dastardly If you lookin' for the answer don't be askin' me I either blast him or he blastin' me [Verse 2: Violent J] Back in the city, there's only two kind of love Clown love and the love for the up above I fell in love with a bitch, she ho'd me I should've listened to the carnies when they told me Women are the devil, they pollute your mind They take control with their hole, and then they roll Its getting old, I'm grabbing every bitch I find They try to play me, I punch em' in the lower spine I'm on my mind, I'm steady trying to catch a grip, don't wanna slip The ghettos like a sinking ship I'm going under, I wonder if i'm alone I see my sadness drawn on with me in the ghetto zone I show respect to the cruise, and with the lose You might get shot up in the skull stepping on my shoes My shoes are tracks, they're nothing but $1.50 Just wanna murder anybody trying to get with me I need my mother I miss her I reminisce, I'm thinking about every Friday night, she'd bring us chips I'm watching chips She'd let us stay awake late, that shit was great But now its all about hate Them days are gone I belong to another life, another time When different shit is on my mind Shit like murder, death, and graveyards, joker's cards, and how someone's gonna die [Hook]