Текст песни The Murderers f Dave Bing, Lil` Mo - Somebody`s Gonna Die Tonight
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* a censored version appears on the "Romeo Must Die" soundtrackSome gangsta`s shit,Murder Inc shitBackgound nigga,Dave Bing shitLil` MoChorus: Lil` MoSomebody goin die tonight,Somebody goin die tonight,Somebody`s woman goin cry tonightThis is Murda, MurdaSomebodys going bleed tonightOne nigga`s goin to eat tonightSomebody`s moves its feet tonightThis is Murda, Murda[Dave Bing]Rather bring the best 16 when you fucking with Bing,You could try smooth in between and you can screamSound while the crowd won`t bounce to thatAnd you be fucking up the room,Changing up moodAnd that`s rudeAnd my thugs want to eat your foodDrinking milk shake and after that shit in your faceAnd let your bitch know there been a car bomb from the gitBlow the day you blow Shaq make all his free throwsLet him throw a finger fucking fast or slowEven put it in your ass if you tell me soToe to toe, you can lose your deal and your hoeNow it`s hard to pay your carton note and buy you some smokeSeen your man is *convensary* now, he starting to worryHe said stay away from Bing and 118They really put it down, really put niggas in the groundAnd your really love me if you only got a beat downChorusConfidential, you need a whole lot of itTo bang with Bing in two bars, I can spoil your dreamGEt mean, I could lead to thingsLike me coming for you, in the middle of the nightWith all black on, all you can see is the red lightThe fo fo special got you hoping God Bless YouGirl, won`t forget you, once the bullets start the get you,Games over soldier, don`t you see the fucking Range RoverWith Bing in it, 10 more, 12th and 118 in itI started rappin cause there`s cream in itBut I still keep the crack, how for 5 or 6 fiends in itA ring with the Bling Bling in itAnd my brand new truck, bitches like the way I lean in itStop at the Stome, leave the keys in itGave you to leave with it, Bing will make you believe in itYou got a gut, put some trees in itChorusNeed a hard rock between your legs, I see the red spotThug knot, all it takes is one shot to make your head rockTake you out your spotWhile in the woodstock, ask about Bing on the blockFuck the cop, sell crack in blue topNiggaz the size of dimes, ya`ll cowards must be outta ya mindThinking that Dave Bing won`t shineThis ain`t the first time I cut head wrong with 1 9Find the lactose slope, mix it in with the cokeBuy a quarter pound weed and let the clock chokeStuck the nine out, Stuck it down the bitch nigga throatWhen it was least expected made him get buck-naggedChorus till endDave Bing talks