Someone Gonna Die Tonight
Dave Bing
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Some gangsta shit hit me
Queens, Murder Inc
Blackground, Dave Bing
Somebody gon' ride tonight
Somebody gon' die tonight
Somebody momma gon' cry tonight
'Cause it's murda, murda
Somebody gon' bleed tonight
My niggas gon' eat tonight
Somebody goin' six feet tonight
'Cause it's murda, murda
You better bring your best sixteen when you fuckin' 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 fuckin' up the groove, changin' the mood
And that's rude, now my thugs wanna eat your food
Drink your milkshake, after that, shoot you in the face
Then let your hoes know you been a cornball from the get-go
The day you blow, Shaq make all his free throws
Let 'em go, Bing'll 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 startin' to worry
Sayin' stay away from Bing and 118
They really put it down, really put niggas in the ground
And you really lucky if you only got a beat down
Somebody gon' ride tonight
Somebody gon' die tonight
Somebody momma gon' cry tonight
'Cause it's murda, murda
Somebody gon' bleed tonight
My niggas gon' eat tonight
Somebody goin' six feet tonight
'Cause it's murda, murda
Confidence, you need a whole lot of it
To bang with Bing, in two bars, I could spoil your dream
Get mean, that could lead to things
Like me comin' for your ass in the middle of the night
With all black on, all you can see is the red light
The four-four special, got you hopin' God bless you
Girl, won't forget you, once the bullets start to catch you
Game's over, soldier, don't you see the fuckin' Range Rover?
With Bing in it, ten more trucks with 118 in it
I started rappin' 'cause it'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
And my brand new truck, niggas 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 gotta duck 'cause the trees in it
Somebody gon' ride tonight
Somebody gon' die tonight
Somebody momma gon' cry tonight
'Cause it's murda, murda
Somebody gon' bleed tonight
My niggas gon' eat tonight
Somebody goin' six feet tonight
'Cause it's murda, murda
We the hard rock between y'all legs, I see the red spot
Thug not, 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 tops
Nickels the size of dimes, y'all cowards must be out of your mind
Thinkin' that Dave Bing won't shine
This ain't the first time I cut heroin with quinine
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 and stuck it down a bitch's throat
When it was least expected, made 'em get butt naked
Somebody gon' ride tonight
Somebody gon' die tonight
Somebody momma gon' cry tonight
'Cause it's murda, murda
Somebody gon' bleed tonight
My niggas gon' eat tonight
Somebody goin' six feet tonight
'Cause it's murda, murda
Somebody gon' ride tonight
Somebody gon' die tonight
Somebody momma gon' cry tonight
'Cause it's murda, murda
Somebody gon' bleed tonight
My niggas gon' eat tonight
Somebody goin' six feet tonight
'Cause it's murda, murda
52 States
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Joe Moe
Barry Hinkleson
Murder Inc
118
Queens
52 States
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