Dave Bing, Lil’ Mo - Somebody's Gonna Die Tonight lyrics

Some gangsta shit, hit me queens, nigga
Murder Inc shit blackground, nigga
Dave Bing shit

Somebody gon' ride tonight
Somebody gon' die tonight
Somebody's mama gon' cry tonight
'Cause it's murder, murder
Somebody's gon' bleed tonight
My niggas gon' eat tonight
Somebody's goin' six feet tonight
'Cause it's murder, murder

You better bring your best sixteen
When you fucking with Bing
You can try to be smooth in between
Or you can scream
Sound wack, the crowd won't bounce to that
And you be fucking up the room
Changing the mood
And that's rude and my thugs
Wanna eat your food
Drink your milkshake, after that
Shit in your face
Then let your bitch know you been
A cornball from the get go the day you blow
Shaq make all his free throws
Let him go, finger fuck you fast or slow
Even put it in your ass if you tell me so
Toe to toe
You can lose your deal and your ho
Now it's hard to pay your car
Note and buy you some smoke
And send your man some commissary
Now he's starting to worry
Sayin' stay away from Bing and 118
They really put it down
Really put niggas in the ground
And your really lucky if you
Only got a beat down

Somebody gon' ride tonight
Somebody gon' die tonight
Somebody's mama gon' cry tonight
'Cause it's murder, murder
Somebody's gon' bleed tonight
My niggas gon' eat tonight
Somebody's goin' six feet tonight
'Cause it's murder, murder

Confidence, 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 coming for you in
The middle of the night with all black on
All you can see is the red light
The four-four special got you
Hoping God Bless You girl, won't forget you
Once the bullets start to catch you
Game's over, soldier
Don't you see the fucking Range Rover
With Bing in it? Ten more, 12th and 118 in it
I started rappin' 'cause there's cream in it
But, I still keep a crackhouse with
Five or six fiends in it
A ring with some bling-bling in it
(Bling, bling, bling, bling)
And my brand new truck
Bitches like the way I lean in it
Stop at the store and leave the keys in it
Dare you to leave in it
Bing'll make you believe in it
You got a gut to put some trees in

Somebody gon' ride tonight
Somebody gon' die tonight
Somebody's mama gon' cry tonight
'Cause it's murder, murder
Somebody's gon' bleed tonight
My niggas gon' eat tonight
Somebody's goin' six feet tonight
'Cause it's murder, murder, motherfucker

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
Wilder than Woodstock
Ask about Bing on the block
Fuck the cops, sell crack in blue top
Nickels the size of dimes
Y'all cowards must be outta your mind
Thinking that Dave Bing won't shine
This ain't the first time I
Cut head heron with quinone
Grind the lactose slow
Mix it in with the coke
Bought a quarter pound of weed and
Let the whole block choke
Stuck the nine out
Stuck it down the bitch nigga throat
When it was least expected made
Him get buck naked, motherfucker

Somebody gon' ride tonight
Somebody gon' die tonight
Somebody's mama gon' cry tonight
'Cause it's murder, murder
Somebody's gon' bleed tonight
My niggas gon' eat tonight
Somebody's goin' six feet tonight
'Cause it's murder, murder
Somebody gon' ride tonight
Somebody gon' die tonight
Somebody's mama gon' cry tonight
'Cause it's murder, murder
Somebody's gon' bleed tonight
My niggas gon' eat tonight
Somebody's goin' six feet tonight
'Cause it's murder, murder, motherfucker

Fifty-two state, BJ
IG, Jo Mo, Barry Hinkleson
Murder Inc shit, 118 shit queens shit, nigga
Fifty-two state, gettin' cake
See, see, see, see motherfuckin' Gotti, nigga