Letra Somebody Gotta Die Tonight de Cam'ron original
Featuring: Freekey Zekey Zeek Dip, Dip, Dip, Dipset bitch Dip Dip Dip Dipset bitch Dip Dip dip Dipset Bitch Dipset bitch Dipset Bitch DIPSET NIGGA FREEKEY ZEKEY COME FK WITT US Cam'ron:> Why should I entertain lies in the game Pies to my name E 5 to his brain, die for the chain Zeek hit the side of his brain, bang bang, fight in the lane Dip Gang still ride with the Chain Four guns to none, survive with the chain You know who did it still grindin same Now hide from the fame Im seein it mane, Im seein vain Damn thats my nigga 10 deep in the game mane You hit the streets with Cane Hit the streets in the Range Shh, Shh, We aint repeatin they name Beep Beep, Leap Leep, Three Deep, Keep Heat, Leave Leave, Sleep in the Range Fk a mic, Mac sound check, I back down sets Ask about me, do your background check 40th guns revolve around history 40 wolves or a unsolved mystery Give your corner caution, I go on flossin Fk the robbery I be on extortion Embrace the lecture, test taste the texture Not Lance Rivera, nor Mason Betha Get the 8 and stretch it, til they laid in strecthers Til the red van come try to raid and wreck us ?> Evil yes infections Put the stamp on if they got the needles check em Chorus:> Hey Zeek you alright (yea) you wanna ride (yea) 45 on my side (yeeea yea) Dip Dip Dip Dipset Bitch, Somebody gotta die tonite Now Zeek in the pen (yea) I want revenge (yea) Mack 10 it extend (yeea yea) Dip Dip Dip Dipset Bitch, Sombody gotta die tonite Verse 2: Cam' Ron> Aye Yo, I get the raw Double, to cop more hustle Leave my case open hope I get in more trouble More scuffles, so the Law can shuffle To my door they know when I get bored HUSTLE My Man Goffrey Joe, still stop and go Get a glock and blow if I yell Da da Doe Is you Raba (NO) Even mama know Im the shit but shit Vamoose gotta go I visit Peru, just to canoe Witnesses vision is too, They Mr. Magoo Who, You, Me, Oh, Im Killa Bitch Hustler thats all and that gorilla stitch 40 years go by man still snitch Niggaz fronted on Zeek man still I itch No hammers that night Goddamn man It was Amatuer night I played sandman I keep that Bam Bam Bigilo Cam the Damn nigga tho Fam Fam every damn nigga know So blam blam yea you hear that trigger blow Yes maam, toe ring and that there Figaro Chorus> Outro: Freeky Zeeky> Fk yall niggaz thats word to my mother B. If I catch anyone of yall niggaz runnin by, walkin by, sneakin by, creepin by tha corner to make sure im gone. Imma kill yall motherfkerz. Thats word to me, my Dipset fam, Killa C.. Every motherfken body. Yall niggaz smell like spoiled pussy. That's word to me baby. Yall niggaz wish, wish I was dead, but too bad for yall motherfkerz. Here I go. Then yall gone run soon as see anything that looks anything like yall. I dont give a fk, its fked up for everybody dat looks anything lil lil tiny lil lil tiny lil bit like yall. You kno who you dealin wit?.. i told Im half Coo-coo, half motherfkin crazy. I done bit half of my lip off waitin to see one of yall motherfkaz. Killa Cam, killa I know, I know how you I know you wz walkin round wit da chain out talkin bout try to rob me, try to rob me, I hope these motherfkers try to do it cuz 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 Lil Dipset nigga freaky zeaky... im still here, poppin boucin fly az a motherfker. Come fk wit us, I wish you would. I wish you could. Yall mother fkers is some dead mother fkers. Yall hurd me some deeeaad mother fkers... mother fkers