SomeBody
G. Flame Lyrics
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Uh, uh
I'm sittin' in the crib dreamin' about Lear jets and coupes
The way Salt shoops and how to sell records like Snoop (oops)
I'm interrupted by a doorbell
3:52, who the hell is this?
I gets up quick, cocks my shit
Its a face that I seen before
My nigga Sing, he 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
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 Big Pop
Head spinnin', reminiscin' 'bout my man C-Rock
Somebody got to die
If I go, you got to go
Somebody got to die
Let the gunshots blow
Somebody got to die
Nobody got to know
That I killed your ass in the mist, bitch
Somebody got to die
If I go, you got to go
Somebody got to die
Let the gunshots blow
Somebody got to die
Nobody got to know
That I killed your ass in the mist, bitch
Uh, 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
A 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, run out of town, blew the fuck up
D-Rock went home and Jay got stuck the fuck up
Hit 'em twice, caught 'em right for the Persian white
Pistol whipped his kids and taped up his wife (niggas is trife)
He figured Rock set him 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?"
"Hitchlinks, Kochs and Calicos"
But fuck that
I know where all them niggas rest at
In the buildin' hustlin' and they don't be strapped
Supreme and Black is downstairs, the engine runnin'
Find a bag to put the guns in and come on if you're comin'
Somebody got to die
If I go, you got to go
Somebody got to die
Let the gunshots blow
Somebody got to die
Nobody got to know
That I killed your ass in the mist, bitch
Somebody got to die
If I go, you got to go
Somebody got to die
Let the gunshots blow
Somebody got to die
Nobody got to know
That I killed your ass in the mist, bitch
Uh, exchanged hugs and pounds before the throw down
How it's gon' go down
Lay these niggas low-down
"Slow down, uh, fuck all that plannin' shit
Run up in they cribs and make them cats abandon ship"
See niggas like you do ten year bids
Miss the nigga they want and murder innocent kids
Not I
One nigga's in my eye, that's Jason
Ain't no slugs gon' 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 feeling
Put the mask on in case his niggas start squealin'
Scream his name out (ayo, playboy)
Squeeze six, nothin' shorter
Nigga turned around holdin' his daughter
The song "Somebody" by G. Flame is a story about gang violence with themes of revenge and betrayal. The lyrics start with the singer dreaming of a life of luxury and success, but are interrupted by his friend Sing, who reports that their friend C-Rock has been shot. The singer prepares to seek revenge, planning to kill the person responsible, a man named Jason. He and Sing plan to rob a building to acquire guns to use for the hit. The singer ultimately finds and kills Jason, only to discover that he was holding his daughter at the time.
The song is a vivid illustration of the violent realities of life in the inner city, where gangs and gun violence are commonplace. The lyrics also touch on themes of loyalty, betrayal, and the futility of revenge, all of which contribute to the sense of hopelessness and desperation that pervades the track.
Line by Line Meaning
I'm sittin' in the crib dreamin' about Lear jets and coupes
I'm fantasizing about luxury and success.
The way Salt shoops and how to sell records like Snoop (oops)
I'm thinking about hip hop stars Salt-N-Pepa and Snoop Dogg as role models.
I'm interrupted by a doorbell
Someone has come to my house unexpectedly.
3:52, who the hell is this?
I'm wondering who would come to my door in the middle of the night.
I gets up quick, cocks my shit
I grab my weapon, preparing for danger.
Stop the dogs from barkin', then proceed to walkin'
I calm my dogs and head towards the door.
Its a face that I seen before
I recognize the person at my door.
My nigga Sing, he used to sling on the 16th floor
The person at my door is Sing, an old acquaintance who used to sell drugs.
I look deeper, I see blood up on his sneakers
I notice that there is blood on Sing's shoes.
And his fist gripped a chrome four-fifth
Sing is holding a deadly handgun.
So I dip
I quickly leave.
Nigga, is you creepin' or speakin'?
I ask Sing if he's trying to sneak up on me or just talk.
He tells me C-Rock just got hit up at the Beacon
Sing informs me that our friend C-Rock has been shot.
Retaliation for this one won't be minimal
I plan on seeking revenge for C-Rock's shooting in a significant way.
Bust the gat shit, Puff won't even know what happened
I plan on quickly and discreetly using my gun to retaliate against those responsible.
If it's done smoothly, silencers on the Uzi
I plan on using a silencer to cover up the sound of my gunshots.
Stash in the hooptie, my alibi, any cutie
I plan on hiding my weapon in my car and using a woman as an alibi.
Head spinnin', reminiscin' 'bout my man C-Rock
I'm thinking about my friend C-Rock, and my emotions are overwhelming me.
Somebody got to die
I am determined to kill someone in revenge for C-Rock's shooting.
If I go, you got to go
If I die seeking revenge, I expect my enemies to die too.
Let the gunshots blow
Violence is necessary in this situation.
Nobody got to know
I don't want anyone else to know what I've done.
That I killed your ass in the mist, bitch
I will murder you without getting caught, and I'm not playing around.
Precisely, so we know exactly what we facin'
Sing is giving me specific details about our enemies so we can prepare accordingly.
A small crew, 'round the time I was locked up with you
Sing knows our enemies from a while ago when we were both in jail.
Give them bullets room to breathe
Don't over-pack the bullets in my gun.
What kinda gats?
What kind of guns did they use?
But fuck that
We're moving on from that topic now.
I know where all them niggas rest at
I know where our enemies live.
Supreme and Black is downstairs, the engine runnin'
I know the names of our enemies, and they're in their car, ready to leave.
How it's gon' go down
We're discussing how we're going to attack our enemies.
Lay these niggas low-down
We want to take these guys out quickly and permanently.
Revenge I'm tastin' at the tip of my lips
I'm filled with a strong desire for revenge.
I can't wait to feel my clip in his hips
I can't wait to use my gun against Jason.
Nigga turned around holdin' his daughter
Jason turned around and is holding his young daughter, which complicates things.
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing
Written by: Carlos Broady, Christopher Wallace, Sean Combs, Anthony Hester, Nashiem Myrick
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