Nashawn - Somebody Gotta Die lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, Money Machine

Yeah, yeah, lotta niggas get killed of shit like this

Ya heard? Listen

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

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

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"