Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Somebody's Gonna Die Tonight, artist - Dave BingDate of issue: 03.08.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Somebody's Gonna Die Tonight |
| 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 |