Somebody Gotta Die

(Intro) Jungle Yeah, yeah, yeah, Money Machine Yeah, yeah, lotta niggas get killed of shit like this Ya heard? Listen (Hook) It's getting hot yo, somebody gon' die It's getting hot yo, somebody gotta die It's getting hot yo, somebody gon' die It's getting hot yo, somebody gotta die [Jungle] Ayo who the richest niggas in the hood who got it locked? Who gon' hand-in-hand running from the cops On the block with the loose rocks, fight for your props Put the ice in your watch; turn your life up a notch Get in the streets; if you want beef I gets busy Toss crack cookie to my dawg life Frisbees I play the club get love from the quarters They whisper in my ear "Let's go half on the daughter" Don't you know that I'm a cold blooded killer? I ain't gon' be shit but a drug dealer I looked in my best friends eyes when he died Bullets hit his heart two, three times Everything I know I learned in the ghetto Too much Hennessey make me act like the Devil I'll take a lil' argument to another level We could fight, use a knife or pop heavy metal (Hook) X2 [Nashawn] I'm in the streets y'all You know how many streets I'm a teach y'all How many pieces? You know hustlers slinging them pieces All the lil' kids dress indecent Another baby moms up in the precinct With his cracks on the table and this nigga's I.D bent To three month all baby is teething And now his life on the run for no damn reason He tell his niggas when he see it he's squeezing Got dawgs stressed out, lightly eating He looked different losing weight when he speaking Shot a dude over Jay and Nas beefing in the beacon He still bent no bed to sleep in The way his eyes lit up you'll be dead if you beef with 'em Only some real niggas still chief with 'em The younger nigga said "If he's ripped yo I'm leaving 'em" (Hook) X2