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

Some gangsta’s shit

Murder Inc shit

Backgound nigga

Dave Bing shit

Lil' Mo

Chorus: Lil' Mo

Somebody goin die tonight

Somebody goin die tonight

Somebody’s woman goin cry tonight

This is Murda, Murda

Somebodys going bleed tonight

One nigga’s goin to eat tonight

Somebody’s moves its feet tonight

This is Murda, Murda

Rather bring the best 16 when you fucking with Bing

You could try smooth in between and you can scream

Sound while the crowd won’t bounce to that

And you be fucking up the room

Changing up mood

And that’s rude

And my thugs want to eat your food

Drinking milk shake and after that shit in your face

And let your bitch know there been a car bomb from the git

Blow the day you blow Shaq make all his free throws

Let him throw a finger fucking 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 carton note and buy you some smoke

Seen your man is *convensary* now, he starting to worry

He said stay away from Bing and 118

They really put it down, really put niggas in the ground

And your really love me if you only got a beat down

Confidential, you need a whole lot of it

To bang with Bing in two bars, I can spoil your dream

GEt mean, I 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 fo fo special got you hoping God Bless You

Girl, won’t forget you, once the bullets start the get you

Games over soldier, don’t you see the fucking Range Rover

With Bing in it, 10 more, 12th and 118 in it

I started rappin cause 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

And my brand new truck, bitches like the way I lean in it

Stop at the Stome, leave the keys in it

Gave you to leave with it, Bing will make you believe in it

You got a gut, put some trees in it

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

Fuck the cop, sell crack in blue top

Niggas the size of dimes, ya’ll cowards must be outta ya mind

Thinking that Dave Bing won’t shine

This ain’t the first time I cut head wrong with 1 9

Find the lactose slope, mix it in with the coke

Buy a quarter pound weed and let the clock choke

Stuck the nine out, Stuck it down the bitch nigga throat

When it was least expected made him get buck-nagged

Chorus till end

Dave Bing talks