Lyrical Breakdown of Somebody's Gotta Die - 2005 Remaster - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how The Notorious B.I.G. weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Somebody's Gotta Die - 2005 Remaster" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that The Notorious B.I.G. employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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I'm sittin' in the crib dreamin' about Leer jets and coupes The way Salt shoops and how they sell records like Snoop I'm interrupted by a doorbell, 3: 52, who the hell is this? I gets up quick, cocks my shit Stop the dogs from barkin', then proceed to walkin' It's 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 upon his sneakers And his fist gripped a chrome four-fifth, so I dip Nigga, 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 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 done fuck they Pop Head spinnin', reminiscin' 'bout my man, C-Rock Somebody's got to die, if I got, you got to go Somebody's got to die, let the gunshots blow Somebody's got to die, nobody got to know That I killed your ass in the mist, kid Somebody's got to die, if I got, you got to go Somebody's got to die, let the gunshots blow Somebody's got to die, nobody got to know That I killed your ass in the mist, kid 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 The 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 Calicoes But fuck that, I know where all them niggas 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 yo comin' Somebody's got to die, if I got, you got to go Somebody's got to die, let the gunshots blow Somebody's got to die, nobody got to know That I killed your ass in the mist, kid Somebody's got to die, if I got, you got to go Somebody's got to die, let the gunshots blow Somebody's got to die, nobody got to know That I killed your ass in the mist, kid Exchanged hugs and pounds before the throw down How it's gonna go down, lay these niggas low-down Slow down, fuck all that plannin' shit Run up in they cribs and make 'em catch the man and shit See, niggas like you do ten year bids Miss the niggas they want and murder innocent kids Not I, one nigga'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 feel 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 feelins Put the mask on in case his niggas start squealin' Scream his name out, squeeze six knuckles shorter Nigga turned around holdin' his daughter Take that Take that Take that