Some gangsta's, hit
Queens, Murder Inc
Blackgound (Blackground), Dave Bing

Somebody gon' ride tonight (Lil' Mo)
Somebody gon' die tonight (yeah)
Somebody mom gon' cry tonight
('Cause) 'cause this murda, murda
Somebody gon' bleed tonight
All my, gon' to eat tonight (yes, they are)
Somebody goin' six feet tonight
'Cause this murda, murda

You better bring your best sixteen when you, with Bing
You could try smooth in between or you can scream
Sound whack, the crowd won't bounce to that
And you be, up the crew, changing up mood and that's rude
And my thugs wanna eat your food
Drink your milkshake, after that, your face
And let your, know you been a cornball from the get-go
The day you blow, Shaq make all his free-throws
Let him go finger, fast or slow
Even put it in your, if you tell me so
Toe to toe, you can lose your deal and your
Now it's hard to pay your car note and buy you some smoke
And send your man some commissary, now he starting to worry
Saying, "Stay away from Bing and 118"
They really put it down, really put, in the ground
And you really lucky if you only got a beatdown

Somebody gon' ride tonight (somebody's gonna ride)
Somebody gon' die tonight (somebody's gon' die tonight)
Somebody mom gon' cry tonight (yes she is)
'Cause this murda, murda (murda)
Somebody gon' bleed tonight
All my, gon' to eat tonight
Somebody goin' six feet tonight
'Cause this murda, murda (murda, yeah)

Yeah
Confidence, 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 coming 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 hoping God bless you
Girl, won't forget you, once the bullets start to catch you
Game's over soldier, don't you see the fucking Range Rover?
With Bing in it, ten more trucks with 118 in it
I started rappin 'cause there's cream in it
But I still keep the crack house with five or six fiends in it
A ring with some bling bling in it (bling, bling, bling bling)
And my brand new truck, like the way I lean in it
Stop at the store and leave the keys in it
Dare you to leave in it, Bing'll make you believe in it
You got a gut, put some trees in it (somebody)

Somebody gon' ride tonight (somebody)
Somebody gon' die tonight
Somebody mom gon' cry tonight (yes she is)
'Cause this murda, murda
Somebody gon' bleed tonight (gonna bleed)
All my, gon' to eat tonight
Somebody goin' six feet tonight
'Cause this murda, murda (murda)

We the hard rock, between y'all legs, I see the red spot
Thug not, all it takes is one shot to make your head rock
Take you out your spot, wilder than Woodstock
Ask about Bing on the block
The cops, sell cracks in blue top
Nickels the size of dimes, y'all cowards must be outta ya mind
Thinking that Dave Bing won't shine
This ain't the first time I cut heroin with one nine
Grind the lactose slow, mix it in with the the coke
Bought a quarter pound of weed and let the whole block choke
Stuck the 9 out, stuck it down the, throat
When it was least expected, made him get butt naked

Somebody gon' ride tonight (they gonna ride)
Somebody gon' die tonight (they gonna die)
Somebody mom gon' cry tonight (yes, she's gonna cry)
'Cause this murda, murda (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Somebody gon' bleed tonight (they gonna bleed)
All my, gon' to eat tonight (my, gonna eat)
Somebody goin' six feet tonight
'Cause this murda, murda

Somebody gon' ride tonight (ride tonight) (yeah)
Somebody gon' die tonight (somebody gonna die) (yeah)
Somebody mom gon' cry tonight (oh yeah, yeah) (cry tonight)
'Cause this murda, murda (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Somebody gon' bleed tonight
All my, gon' to eat tonight (they gonna eat) (yeah)
Somebody goin' six feet tonight (yeah)
'Cause this murda, murda (murda)

52 states, BJ, IG
Jo Mo, Barry Hankerson, Muda Inc
118, Queens, 52 States gettin' cake
C, C, C, C, muh- Gotti

Copyright: Royalty Network, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Cynthia Loving, Dave Bing, Irving Lorenzo, Robin Mays