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Some shit, hit me
Queens, nigga, Murder Inc.
Black ground, nigga, Dave shit

gonna die tonight
Somebody's die tonight
Somebody's gonna cry tonight
'Coz murda, murda

Somebody's gonna bleed
My nigga's to eat tonight
Somebody's goin' six feet
it's murda, murda

You better bring the best 16 when you with Bing
You try to be smooth in between an' you can scream
Sound whack, the crowd won't to that
An' you be up the groove
Changin' the mood an' that's

An' my thugs wanna eat your
Drink your milk shake, after that shit in face
An' let your bitch know you been a from the git go
The day you blow, Shaq make all his free

Let him throw a fuckin', fast or slow
Even put it in your ass if you me so
Toe to toe, you can your deal an' your hoe
Now it's hard to pay your carton note an' buy you some

Seen man is convensary now, he startin' to worry
Sayin', away from Bing an' 118
They put it down, really put niggas in the ground
An' your really lucky if you only got a down

Somebody's gonna die
Somebody's die tonight
Somebody's gonna cry tonight
it's murda, murda

Somebody's bleed tonight
My nigga's to eat tonight
Somebody's goin' six tonight
it's murda, murda, motherfuckers

Confidential, you need a lot of it
To bang with Bing in two bars, I can your dream
Get mean? could lead to things
Like me comin' for you in the of the night

With all black on, all you can see is the red
The fo'-fo' special got you hopin', God you
Girl, forget you, once the bullets start the catch you
Games over, soldier, you see the fuckin' Range Rover?

Bing in it, 10 more, 12th an' 118 in it
I started rappin' 'coz cream in it
But I still the crack, how for 5 or 6 fiends in it
A ring with the bling, in it

An' my brand new truck, bitches like the way I in it
Stop at the Stome, leave the in it
Dare you to leave in it, make you believe in it
You've got a gut, put some in it

Somebody's die tonight
gonna die tonight
Somebody's gonna cry tonight
'Coz it's murda,

Somebody's gonna tonight
My nigga's to eat tonight
Somebody's goin' six feet
it's murda, murda, motherfuckers

Need a hard rock between your legs, I see the red
Thug knot, all it takes is one to make your head rock
Take you out spot
While in the Woodstock, ask about Bing on the

Fuck the cop, sell crack in top
Niggaz the size of dimes, cowards must be outta ya mind
Thinkin' that Bing won't shine
This ain't the first I cut head wrong with [Incomprehensible]

Find the slope, mix it in with the coke
Bought a quarter of weed an' let the whole block choke
Stuck the nine out, stuck it down the nigga throat
When it was least expected, made him get naked on the floor

Somebody's die tonight
Somebody's die tonight
Somebody's mamma cry tonight
'Coz murda, murda

Somebody's bleed tonight
My gonna to eat tonight
Somebody's goin' six feet
it's murda, murda

Somebody's gonna die
Somebody's die tonight
Somebody's gonna cry tonight
it's murda, murda

Somebody's gonna tonight
My nigga's to eat tonight
Somebody's goin' six feet
it's murda, murda, motherfucker

Take it to the states,
BJ, IG, Joe Mo',
Murder Inc. shit, 118
Queens shit, nigga, 52
See, see, see, see motherfucker, see Gotti,