Dave Bing - Somebody Gonna Die Tonight lyrics

Dave Bing f/ Lil' Mo---Somebody Gonna Die Tonight [Lil' Mo] Some gangsta s***, hit me Yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah (Murder Inc) Yeah yeah yeah (Blackground) Yeah yeah yeah (Dave Bing) 1 - [Lil' Mo] Somebody gon' ride tonight Somebody gon' die tonight Somebody's momma gon' cry tonight Cuz it's murda, murda Somebody gon' bleed tonight My n***** gon' eat tonight Somebody's goin' six feet tonight Cuz it's murda, murda [Dave] Ya better bring your vest, when you f****** wit Bing You can try to be smooth in between, or you can scream Sound wack, the crowd won't bounce to that And you'll be f****** up the crew, changin' the mood And that's rude, and my thugs wanna eat ya food Drink ya milkshake, after that, s***faced And let ya n***** know you been a cornball from the get-go The day you blow Shaq, make all his free throws Let 'em go, bring the f*** fast or slow Even put it in ya a** if you tell me so Toe to toe, you can lose your deal and your h* Now it's hard to pay your car note and buy you some smoke And send ya man some commonsary, now he's startin' to worry Sayin' "Stay away from Bing and They really put it down, really put n***** in the ground" And ya really lucky if ya only gotta be down Repeat 1 [Dave] Yeah Confidence, ya need a whole lot of it To bang with Bing, in 2 bars, I could spoil ya dream Gettin' mean, that could lead to things Like me comin' for ya in the middle of the night With all black on, all ya could see is the red light The 4-4 special, got'cha hopin' God'll bless you Girl wants to get you, once the bullets start to catch you Game's over soldier, don't ya see the f****** Range Rover With Bing in it, more trucks with in it I started rappin' cuz there's cream in it But I still keep a crack house with 5 or 6 fiends in it A ring with the bling bling in it And my brand new truck, like the way I laid in it Stop at the store, leave the keys in it Dare you to leave in it Bing'll make you believe in it You've got a ?, put some trees in it Repeat 1 [Dave] We the hard rock between ya'll legs I see the red spot, thug not All it takes is one shot to make your head rot Take you out your spot While at 'em, Woodstock askin 'bout Bing on the block The cops sell cracks in blue tops Nickels the size of dimes Y'all cowards must be out of your minds Thinkin' that Dave Bing won't shine This ain't the first time I cut ??? Grind the lactose slow, mix it in with the coke Bought a quarter pound of weed and let the whole block choke Stuck the 9 out, stuck it down your g****** throat When it was least expected, made 'em get bu*t naked Repeat 1 Repeat 1 [Dave] States, BJ IG, Joe Mo, Barry Hinkleson Murder Inc., Queens, states, get caked C, C, C, C mothaf****** Gotti