Somebody's Gonna Die Tonight (Explicit)-The Murderers/Dave Bing/Lil' Mo

Somebody's Gonna Die Tonight - The Murderers Some gangsta sh*t, hit me Queens, ni**a, Murder Inc. sh*t Black ground, ni**a, Dave Bing sh*t Somebody's gonna die tonight Somebody's gonna die tonight Somebody's mamma gonna cry tonight 'Coz it's murda, murda Somebody's gonna bleed tonight My ni**a's gonna to eat tonight Somebody's goin' six feet tonight 'Coz it's murda, murda You better bring the best 16 when you f**kin' with Bing You could try to be smooth in between an' you can scream Sound whack, the crowd won't bounce to that An' you be f**kin' up the groove Changin' the mood an' that's rude An' my thugs wanna eat your food Drink your milk shake, after that sh*t in your face An' let your b**ch know you been a bomb from the git go The day you blow, Shaq make all his free throws Let him throw a finger f**kin', fast or slow Even put it in your a** if you tell me so Toe to toe, you can lose your deal an' your hoe Now it's hard to pay your carton note an' buy you some smoke Seen your man is convensary now, he startin' to worry Sayin', ?Stay away from Bing an' 118 They really put it down, really put niggas in the ground An' your really lucky if you only got a beat down? Somebody's gonna die tonight Somebody's gonna die tonight Somebody's mamma gonna cry tonight 'Coz it's murda, murda Somebody's gonna bleed tonight My ni**a's gonna to eat tonight Somebody's goin' six feet tonight 'Coz it's murda, murda, motherf**kers Confidential, you need a whole lot of it To bang with Bing in two bars, I can spoil your dream Get mean? That could lead to things Like me comin' for you in the middle of the night With all black on, all you can see is the red light The fo'-fo' special got you hopin', God bless you Girl, won't forget you, once the bullets start the catch you Games over, soldier, don't you see the f**kin' Range Rover? With Bing in it, 10 more, 12th an' 118 in it I started rappin' 'coz there's cream in it But I still keep the crack, how for 5 or 6 fiends in it A ring with the bling, bling in it An' my brand new truck, b**ches like the way I lean in it Stop at the Stome, leave the keys in it Dare you to leave in it, Bing'll make you believe in it You've got a gut, put some trees in it Somebody's gonna die tonight Somebody's gonna die tonight Somebody's mamma gonna cry tonight 'Coz it's murda, murda Somebody's gonna bleed tonight My ni**a's gonna to eat tonight Somebody's goin' six feet tonight 'Coz it's murda, murda, motherf**kers Need a hard rock between your legs, I see the red spot Thug knot, all it takes is one shot to make your head rock Take you out your spot While in the Woodstock, ask about Bing on the block F**k the cop, sell crack in blue top Niggaz the size of dimes, y'all cowards must be outta ya mind Thinkin' that Dave Bing won't shine This ain't the first time I cut head wrong with [Incomprehensible] Find the lactose slope, mix it in with the coke Bought a quarter pound of w**d an' let the whole block choke Stuck the nine out, stuck it down the b**ch ni**a throat When it was least expected, made him get buck naked on the floor Somebody's gonna die tonight Somebody's gonna die tonight Somebody's mamma gonna cry tonight 'Coz it's murda, murda Somebody's gonna bleed tonight My ni**a's gonna to eat tonight Somebody's goin' six feet tonight 'Coz it's murda, murda Somebody's gonna die tonight Somebody's gonna die tonight Somebody's mamma gonna cry tonight 'Coz it's murda, murda Somebody's gonna bleed tonight My ni**a's gonna to eat tonight Somebody's goin' six feet tonight 'Coz it's murda, murda, motherf**ker Take it to the states, ni**a BJ, IG, Joe Mo', [Incomprehensible] Murder Inc. sh*t, 118 sh*t Queens sh*t, ni**a, 52 state See, see, see, see motherf**ker, see Gotti, ni**a