Somebody Gotta Die Tonight Lyrics
| Song | Somebody Gotta Die Tonight |
| Artist | The Diplomats |
| Album | More Than Music, Vol. 1 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Dagastino, Giles, Jiles | |
| (feat. Cam'Ron & Freekey Zeekey) | |
| Zeek Dip, Dip, Dip, Dipset bitch | |
| Dip Dip Dip Dipset bitch | |
| Dip Dip dip Dipset Bitch | |
| Dipset bitch Dipset Bitch | |
| (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 | |
| Fuck 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 | |
| Fuck 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] | |
| Fuck yall niggaz thats word to my mother B. If I catch anyone of yall niggaz runnin by, walkin by, driven by, sneakin by, Imma kill yall motherfuckerz. Thats word to me, my Dipset fam, Killa C..Every motherfucken body. I niggaz wish, wish I was dead, but too bad for yall motherfuckerz. Here I go. Then yall gone run soon as see anything that looks anything like yall. I dont give a fuck, its fucked up for everybody. i told Im half Coo koo, half motherfuckin crazy. I seen yall walkin round wit the chain out talkin bout try to rob me, try to rob me, I hope these motherfuckers 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 them. Dipset nigga |
| zuo qu : Dagastino, Giles, Jiles | |
| feat. Cam' Ron Freekey Zeekey | |
| Zeek Dip, Dip, Dip, Dipset bitch | |
| Dip Dip Dip Dipset bitch | |
| Dip Dip dip Dipset Bitch | |
| Dipset bitch Dipset Bitch | |
| 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 | |
| Fuck 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 | |
| Fuck 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 | |
| Fuck yall niggaz thats word to my mother B. If I catch anyone of yall niggaz runnin by, walkin by, driven by, sneakin by, Imma kill yall motherfuckerz. Thats word to me, my Dipset fam, Killa C.. Every motherfucken body. I niggaz wish, wish I was dead, but too bad for yall motherfuckerz. Here I go. Then yall gone run soon as see anything that looks anything like yall. I dont give a fuck, its fucked up for everybody. i told Im half Coo koo, half motherfuckin crazy. I seen yall walkin round wit the chain out talkin bout try to rob me, try to rob me, I hope these motherfuckers 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 them. Dipset nigga |
| zuò qǔ : Dagastino, Giles, Jiles | |
| feat. Cam' Ron Freekey Zeekey | |
| Zeek Dip, Dip, Dip, Dipset bitch | |
| Dip Dip Dip Dipset bitch | |
| Dip Dip dip Dipset Bitch | |
| Dipset bitch Dipset Bitch | |
| 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 | |
| Fuck 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 | |
| Fuck 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 | |
| Fuck yall niggaz thats word to my mother B. If I catch anyone of yall niggaz runnin by, walkin by, driven by, sneakin by, Imma kill yall motherfuckerz. Thats word to me, my Dipset fam, Killa C.. Every motherfucken body. I niggaz wish, wish I was dead, but too bad for yall motherfuckerz. Here I go. Then yall gone run soon as see anything that looks anything like yall. I dont give a fuck, its fucked up for everybody. i told Im half Coo koo, half motherfuckin crazy. I seen yall walkin round wit the chain out talkin bout try to rob me, try to rob me, I hope these motherfuckers 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 them. Dipset nigga |
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