Somebody's Gonna Die Tonight Lyrics - Singles - The Murderers

Some gangsta shit, hit me 

Queens, nigga, Murder Inc. shit 

Black ground, nigga, Dave Bing shit 

Somebody's gonna die tonight 

Somebody's gonna die tonight 

Somebody's mamma gonna cry tonight 

'Coz it's murda, murda 

Somebody's gonna bleed tonight 

My nigga's gonna to eat tonight 

Somebody's goin' six feet tonight 

'Coz it's murda, murda 

You better bring the best 16 when you fuckin' with Bing 

You could try to be smooth in between an' you can scream 

Sound whack, the crowd won't bounce to that 

An' you be fuckin' up the groove 

Changin' the mood an' that's rude 

An' my thugs wanna eat your food 

Drink your milk shake, after that shit in your face 

An' let your bitch know you been a bomb from the git go 

The day you blow, Shaq make all his free throws 

Let him throw a finger fuckin', fast or slow 

Even put it in your ass if you tell me so 

Toe to toe, you can lose your deal an' your hoe 

Now it's hard to pay your carton note an' buy you some smoke 

Seen your man is convensary now, he startin' to worry 

Sayin', Stay away from Bing an' 118 

They really put it down, really put niggas in the ground 

An' your really lucky if you only got a beat down 

Somebody's gonna die tonight 

Somebody's gonna die tonight 

Somebody's mamma gonna cry tonight 

'Coz it's murda, murda 

Somebody's gonna bleed tonight 

My nigga's gonna to eat tonight 

Somebody's goin' six feet tonight 

'Coz it's murda, murda, motherfuckers 

Confidential, 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 comin' 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 hopin', God bless you 

Girl, won't forget you, once the bullets start the catch you 

Games over, soldier, don't you see the fuckin' Range Rover? 

With Bing in it, 10 more, 12th an' 118 in it 

I started rappin' 'coz 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 

An' my brand new truck, bitches like the way I lean in it 

Stop at the Stome, leave the keys in it 

Dare you to leave in it, Bing'll make you believe in it 

You've got a gut, put some trees in it 

Somebody's gonna die tonight 

Somebody's gonna die tonight 

Somebody's mamma gonna cry tonight 

'Coz it's murda, murda 

Somebody's gonna bleed tonight 

My nigga's gonna to eat tonight 

Somebody's goin' six feet tonight 

'Coz it's murda, murda, motherfuckers 

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 

Niggaz the size of dimes, y'all cowards must be outta ya mind 

Thinkin' that Dave Bing won't shine 

This ain't the first time I cut head wrong with [Incomprehensible] 

Find the lactose slope, mix it in with the coke 

Bought a quarter pound of weed an' 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 on the floor 

Somebody's gonna die tonight 

Somebody's gonna die tonight 

Somebody's mamma gonna cry tonight 

'Coz it's murda, murda 

Somebody's gonna bleed tonight 

My nigga's gonna to eat tonight 

Somebody's goin' six feet tonight 

'Coz it's murda, murda 

Somebody's gonna die tonight 

Somebody's gonna die tonight 

Somebody's mamma gonna cry tonight 

'Coz it's murda, murda 

Somebody's gonna bleed tonight 

My nigga's gonna to eat tonight 

Somebody's goin' six feet tonight 

'Coz it's murda, murda, motherfucker 

Take it to the states, nigga 

BJ, IG, Joe Mo', [Incomprehensible] 

Murder Inc. shit, 118 shit 

Queens shit, nigga, 52 state 

See, see, see, see motherfucker, see Gotti, nigga