Somebody Gotta Die Tonight lyrics

by

J.R. Writer


[Cam'ron]
Zeek Dip, Dip, Dip, Dipset b*tch
Dip Dip Dip Dipset b*tch
Dip Dip dip Dipset b*tch
Dipset b*tch Dipset b*tch

[Cam'ron: Verse 1]
Why should I entertain, live in the game
Pies to my name, E-5 in his brain, die for the chain
Zeek hit the side of his frame, bang bang
Fight in the lane, Dip Gang still ride with the Chain
Four guns to none, survive with the chain
We know who did it I ain't crying insane, I hide from the fame
A V in the vain, i'm seing his pain, damn
This my n*gga, 10 deep in the game, mane
We hit the streets with Cane, hit the streets in the Range
Shh, Shh, We ain't repeatin they names
Keep heat, creep creep, leap leap, 3 jeeps, beep beep, set em' sleep with the rain
f*ck a mic, Mac sound check, I back down sets (sets)
Ask about me, do your background check (check)
40th guns revolve around history
40 wolves or the unsolved mysteries
Give your corner caution, I go on flossin
f*ck ya robbery! i'll be on distortion
Embrace the lecture, tech taste the texture
Not Lance Rivera, nor Mason Betha
Get a eighth and stretcher, til they laid in stretchers
Til the red van come, try to raid and wreck us
Legal aid respect us, Evil yes infections
Dips stamp dope if you got them needles check us
[Cam'ron: Hook]
Hey Zeek you alright (yea)
You wanna ride (yea)
45 on my side (yeeea yea)
Dip Dip Dip Dipset b*tch, Somebody gotta die tonite
Now Zeek in the pen (yea)
I want revenge (yea)
Mack 10 it extend (oooooooowieee)
Dip Dip Dip Dipset b*tch, Sombody gotta die tonite

[Cam'ron: Verse 2]
Aye Yo, I get the raw double, to cop more bubbles
Leave my case open hope I get in more trouble
More scuffles, so the Law could shuffle
To my door they know when I get bored HUSTLE
Killa Joffe Joe, still stop and go
Get a block of blow if I yell DA-DA-DOE!
Is you Raba (NO) Even mama know
Im the sh*t but sh*t Vamoose gotta go
I visit Peru, just to canoe
Witnesses vision is too, they Mr. Magoo
Who, You, Me, Oh I'm Killa b*tch
Hustler thats on what that gorilla stitch
20 years go by man still a snitch
n*ggas fronted on Zeek man still I itch
No hammers that night Goddamn man
They was sand with ya night i'll play sandman
I keep that Bam Bam Bigilo, Cam the Damn n*gga though
Fam Fam every damn n*gga know
Fam blam blam every damn trigga blow
Yes-man, toe ring and that damn Figaro
[Freeky Zeeky: outro]
f*ck yall n*ggas thats word to my mother B. If I catch anyone of yall n*ggas runnin by, walkin by, driven by, sneakin by, Imma kill yall motherf*ckerz. Thats word to me, my Dipset fam, Killa C..Every motherf*cken body. I n*ggas wish, wish I was dead, but too bad for yall motherf*ckerz. Here I go. Then yall gone run soon as see anything that looks anything like yall. I dont give a f*ck, its f*cked up for everybody. i told Im half Coo koo, half motherf*ckin crazy. I seen yall walkin round wit the chain out talkin bout try to rob me, try to rob me, I hope these motherf*ckers try to do it 'cause I got somethin for they stinkin ass oh I got somethin for they stinkin ass. My foot in they ass. my fist in they face, My knee in the ribs, My finger in they eeeyyyyeee. Ima kill them. Dipset n*gga
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