Somebody Gotta Die Tonight Lyrics - Cam'ron

Zeek 

Dip, Dip, Dip, Dipset bitch 

Dip Dip Dip Dipset bitch 

Dip Dip dip Dipset Bitch 

Dipset bitch Dipset Bitch 

DIPSET NIGGA FREEKEY ZEKEY COME FUCK WITT US 

[Cam'ron:] 

Why should I entertain lies in the game 

Pies to my name 

E 5 to his brain, die for the chain 

Zeek hit the side of his brain, bang bang, fight in the lane 

Dip Gang still ride with the Chain 

Four guns to none, survive with the chain 

You know who did it still grindin same 

Now hide from the fame 

Im seein it mane, Im seein vain 

Damn thats my nigga 10 deep in the game mane 

You hit the streets with Cane 

Hit the streets in the Range 

Shh, Shh, We aint repeatin they name 

Beep Beep, Leap Leep, Three Deep, Keep Heat, Leave Leave, Sleep in the Range 

Fuck a mic, Mac sound check, I back down sets 

Ask about me, do your background check 

40th guns revolve around history 

40 wolves or a unsolved mystery 

Give your corner caution, I go on flossin 

Fuck the robbery I be on extortion 

Embrace the lecture, test taste the texture 

Not Lance Rivera, nor Mason Betha 

Get the 8 and stretch it, til they laid in strecthers 

Til the red van come try to raid and wreck us 

[?] 

Evil yes infections 

Put the stamp on if they got the needles check em 

[Chorus:] 

Hey Zeek you alright (yea) 

you wanna ride (yea) 

45 on my side (yeeea yea) 

Dip Dip Dip Dipset Bitch, Somebody gotta die tonite 

Now Zeek in the pen (yea) 

I want revenge (yea) 

Mack 10 it extend (yeea yea) 

Dip Dip Dip Dipset Bitch, Sombody gotta die tonite 

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[Verse 2: Cam' Ron] 

Aye Yo, I get the raw Double, to cop more hustle 

Leave my case open hope I get in more trouble 

More scuffles, so the Law can shuffle 

To my door they know when I get bored HUSTLE 

My Man Goffrey Joe, still stop and go 

Get a glock and blow if I yell Da da Doe 

Is you Raba (NO) Even mama know 

Im the shit but shit Vamoose gotta go 

I visit Peru, just to canoe 

Witnesses vision is too, They Mr. Magoo 

Who, You, Me, Oh, Im Killa Bitch 

Hustler thats all and that gorilla stitch 

40 years go by man still snitch 

Niggaz fronted on Zeek man still I itch 

No hammers that night Goddamn man 

It was Amatuer night I played sandman 

I keep that Bam Bam Bigilo 

Cam the Damn nigga tho 

Fam Fam every damn nigga know 

So blam blam yea you hear that trigger blow 

Yes maam, toe ring and that there Figaro 

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[Chorus] 

[Outro: Freeky Zeeky] 

Fuck yall niggaz thats word to my mother B. 

If I catch anyone of yall niggaz runnin by, walkin by, 

sneakin by, creepin by tha corner to make sure im gone. 

Imma kill yall motherfuckerz. Thats word to me, my Dipset fam, Killa C.. 

Every motherfucken body. Yall niggaz smell like spoiled pussy. 

That's word to me baby. Yall niggaz wish, wish I was dead, 

but too bad for yall motherfuckerz. Here I go. 

Then yall gone run soon as see anything that looks anything like yall. 

I dont give a fuck, its fucked up for everybody 

dat looks anything lil lil tiny lil lil tiny lil bit like yall. 

You kno who you dealin wit?.. i told Im half Coo-coo, 

half motherfuckin crazy. I done bit half of my lip off waitin to 

see one of yall motherfuckaz. Killa Cam, killa I know, 

I know how you I know you wz walkin round wit da chain out 

talkin bout try to rob me, try to rob me, I hope these motherfuckers try to do it 

cuz I got somethin for they stinkin ass oh I got somethin for they stinkin ass. 

My foot in they ass. my fist in they face, My knee in the ribs, 

My finger in they eeeyyyyeee. Ima kill Lil Dipset nigga freaky zeaky... 

im still here, poppin boucin fly az a motherfucker. Come fuck wit us, 

I wish you would. I wish you could. Yall mother fuckers is some dead mother fuckers. 

Yall hurd me some deeeaad mother fuckers... mother fuckers