Gotta Be

[Intro] I know it's somebody somewhere homey (know it gotta be somebody) That today they celebration (know it GOTTA be somebody) I might not know ya But I wanna celebrate wit'cha [Hook: repeat 2X] Gotta be somebody the police chasin that done got away Gotta be somebody 'round the world today that'll beat they case Gotta be somebody 'round the world got off probation today Gotta be somebody 'round the world walkin out them prison gates [Plies] I'm happy for that nigga today, that done came home And got that time behind 'em, now it's time to move on I'm celebratin wit'cha, the reason I wrote this song Hope you done became a better person since you been gone I salute you my nigga dog for stayin strong Now get'cha feet up under ya homey keep it goin I hope ya walk straight, don't make the wrong turn Them crackers waitin to send you off on another long run Just enjoy yourself tonight and have fun And don't go fuckin wit them niggas who ain't send ya nuttin And if ya got kids, go on get 'em and catch up I'm celebratin with you tonight, I'm holdin my cup up [Hook] [Plies] He took them crackers to the do' and he beat 'em in trial A lot of niggas thought you was gon' lose but you held it down All I can tell you homey you made all the real niggas proud They offered you a plea bargain but you turned it down Stood in the paint what you believed in you did it in style I know your family they was worried but now they can smile Should be happy cause ain't too many of us beat 'em in a while Just be careful in these streets cause this shit done got wild A lot of niggas fucked up, so they playin it foul He was your homeboy, he your co-defendant now If you gon' get money, get it but lose the crowd Niggas in prison cause they homeboys ran they mouth [Hook] [Plies] To that young nigga who took 'em on a high speed chase Ain't condonin what'cha did, I'm just glad ya got away I know ya heart beatin fast, I'm just glad you're safe Shit you had to hit it, you couldn't afford another case You tried to play cool, but you shoulda seen your face 'git a motherfucker, lost 'em in broad day Doin' a-hundred, dawg, goin down a one-way Jumped out on 'em, turned into a foot race 'git know the streets, so they couldn't keep they pace He had to throw his pistol, if they find it that's okay You ain't gotta do it, but for you I'mma celebrate Do me a favor dog, stay out them cracker face [Hook]