paroles de chanson Somebody Gonna Die Tonight - Dave Bing
Dave
Bing
Miscellaneous
Somebody
Gonna
Die
Tonight
Dave
Bing
f/
Lil'
Mo---Somebody
Gonna
Die
Tonight
Some
gangsta
s***,
hit
me
Yeah
yeah
yeah
Yeah
yeah
yeah
(Murder
Inc)
Yeah
yeah
yeah
(Blackground)
Yeah
yeah
yeah
(Dave
Bing)
Somebody
gon'
ride
tonight
Somebody
gon'
die
tonight
Somebody's
momma
gon'
cry
tonight
Cuz
it's
murda,
murda
Somebody
gon'
bleed
tonight
My
n*****
gon'
eat
tonight
Somebody's
goin'
six
feet
tonight
Cuz
it's
murda,
murda
Ya
better
bring
your
vest,
when
you
f******
wit
Bing
You
can
try
to
be
smooth
in
between,
or
you
can
scream
Sound
wack,
the
crowd
won't
bounce
to
that
And
you'll
be
f******
up
the
crew,
changin'
the
mood
And
that's
rude,
and
my
thugs
wanna
eat
ya
food
Drink
ya
milkshake,
after
that,
s***faced
And
let
ya
n*****
know
you
been
a
cornball
from
the
get-go
The
day
you
blow
Shaq,
make
all
his
free
throws
Let
'em
go,
bring
the
f***
fast
or
slow
Even
put
it
in
ya
ass
if
you
tell
me
so
Toe
to
toe,
you
can
lose
your
deal
and
your
h*
Now
it's
hard
to
pay
your
car
note
and
buy
you
some
smoke
And
send
ya
man
some
commonsary,
now
he's
startin'
to
worry
Sayin'
"Stay
away
from
Bing
and
They
really
put
it
down,
really
put
n*****
in
the
ground"
And
ya
really
lucky
if
ya
only
gotta
be
down
Repeat
1
Yeah
Confidence,
ya
need
a
whole
lot
of
it
To
bang
with
Bing,
in
2 bars,
I
could
spoil
ya
dream
Gettin'
mean,
that
could
lead
to
things
Like
me
comin'
for
ya
in
the
middle
of
the
night
With
all
black
on,
all
ya
could
see
is
the
red
light
The
4-4
special,
got'cha
hopin'
God'll
bless
you
Girl
wants
to
get
you,
once
the
bullets
start
to
catch
you
Game's
over
soldier,
don't
ya
see
the
f******
Range
Rover
With
Bing
in
it,
more
trucks
with
in
it
I
started
rappin'
cuz
there's
cream
in
it
But
I
still
keep
a
crack
house
with
5 or
6 fiends
in
it
A
ring
with
the
bling
bling
in
it
And
my
brand
new
truck,
like
the
way
I
laid
in
it
Stop
at
the
store,
leave
the
keys
in
it
Dare
you
to
leave
in
it
Bing'll
make
you
believe
in
it
You've
got
a?,
put
some
trees
in
it
Repeat
1
We
the
hard
rock
between
ya'll
legs
I
see
the
red
spot,
thug
not
All
it
takes
is
one
shot
to
make
your
head
rot
Take
you
out
your
spot
While
at
'em,
Woodstock
askin
'bout
Bing
on
the
block
The
cops
sell
cracks
in
blue
tops
Nickels
the
size
of
dimes
Y'all
cowards
must
be
out
of
your
minds
Thinkin'
that
Dave
Bing
won't
shine
This
ain't
the
first
time
I
cut???
Grind
the
lactose
slow,
mix
it
in
with
the
coke
Bought
a
quarter
pound
of
weed
and
let
the
whole
block
choke
Stuck
the
9 out,
stuck
it
down
your
g******
throat
When
it
was
least
expected,
made
'em
get
butt
naked
Repeat
1
Repeat
1
States,
BJ
IG,
Joe
Mo,
Barry
Hinkleson
Murder
Inc.,
Queens,
states,
get
caked
C,
C,
C,
C
mothaf******
Gotti
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