Some gangsta's shit, Murder Inc shit Backgound nigga, Dave Bing shit Lil' Mo
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Somebody goin die tonight, Somebody goin die tonight, Somebody's woman goin cry tonight This is Murda, Murda Somebodys going bleed tonight One nigga's goin to eat tonight Somebody's moves its feet tonight This is Murda, Murda
[Dave Bing] Rather bring the best 16 when you fucking with Bing, You could try smooth in between and you can scream Sound while the crowd won't bounce to that And you be fucking up the room, Changing up mood And that's rude And my thugs want to eat your food Drinking milk shake and after that shit in your face And let your bitch know there been a car bomb from the git Blow the day you blow Shaq make all his free throws Let him throw a finger fucking fast or slow Even put it in your ass if you tell me so Toe to toe, you can lose your deal and your hoe Now it's hard to pay your carton note and buy you some smoke Seen your man is "convensary" now, he starting to worry He said stay away from Bing and 118 They really put it down, really put niggas in the ground And your really love me if you only got a beat down
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Confidential, you need a whole lot of it To bang with Bing in two bars, I can spoil your dream GEt mean, I 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 the get you, Games over soldier, don't you see the fucking Range Rover With Bing in it, 10 more, 12th and 118 in it I started rappin cause 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 And my brand new truck, bitches like the way I lean in it Stop at the Stome, leave the keys in it Gave you to leave with it, Bing will make you believe in it You got a gut, put some trees in it
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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, ya'll cowards must be outta ya mind Thinking that Dave Bing won't shine This ain't the first time I cut head wrong with 1 9 Find the lactose slope, mix it in with the coke Buy a quarter pound weed and let the clock choke Stuck the nine out, Stuck it down the bitch nigga throat When it was least expected made him get buck-nagged
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