Somebody Gotta Die (Rmx 2012)

Notorius BIG
I'm sittin in the crib dreamin' aAnnotatebout Lear jets and coupes
The way Salt shoops and how they sell records like Snoop, (oops!)
I'm interrupted by a doorbell, 3:52, who the hell is this?
I gets up quick, [bad word] my [bad word] Stop the dogs from barkin', then proceed to walkin'
It's a face that I seen before
My [bad word] Sing, we used to sling on the 16th floor
Check it, I look deeper
I see blood up on his sneakers
And his fist gripped a chrome four-fifth
So I dip, [bad word]  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
Cuz I'm a criminal way before the rap [bad word] Bust the gat [bad word]  Puff won't even know what happened

Somebody gotta die 
Somebody gotta die

2pac
Time to show these bustas who's boss
Run up on a real [bad word] and get tossed
The game is deep, and thicker than a [bad word] jimmy
Broke hoes runnin round yellin "Gimme!"
I can't stand it, hoes talkin bout they got a man [bad word] all I wanted her to do is suck my [bad word] So how about hittin a [bad word] on my pager
Busy now [bad word] but you can give me the [bad word] later
Fly how I fade her, played her like a game of Sega [bad word] with the player that done made her, huh
And I ain't sleepin caught you creepin for my money
Got the [bad word] and now you get the pistol honey  [bad word] 
So get the bozack, knockin hoes back, keep my dough stacked
So where the [bad word] hoes at?
Punk niggaz can't fade the mack, livin fat
Gettin paid to rap, it's like that, you [bad word] [bad word]