Somebody’s Gonna Die Tonight

[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