Somebody’s Gonna Die Tonight

Lyrics

[Intro] Some gangsta shit, hit me Queens, nigga Murder Inc. shit Blackground, nigga Dave Bing shit [Chorus: Lil' Mo] 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 [Verse 1: Dave Bing] 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 [Chorus: Lil' Mo] 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 [Verse 2: Dave Bing] 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 [Chorus: Lil' Mo] 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 [Verse 3: Dave Bing] 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 [Chorus: Lil' Mo] 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 [Outro: Dave Bing] 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