The Diplomats - Somebody Gotta Die Tonight lyrics

(feat. Cam'Ron & Freekey Zeekey) Zeek Dip, Dip, Dip, Dipset b**h Dip Dip Dip Dipset b**h Dip Dip dip Dipset b**h Dipset b**h Dipset b**h (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 n***a 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 f** 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 f** 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 b**h, Somebody gotta die tonite Now Zeek in the pen (yea) I want revenge (yea) Mack 10 it extend (yeea yea) Dip Dip Dip Dipset b**h, 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 sh** but sh** Vamoose gotta go I visit Peru, just to canoe Witnesses vision is too, They Mr. Magoo Who, You, Me, Oh, Im k**a b**h Hustler thats all and that gorilla stitch 40 years go by man still snitch n***az 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 n***a tho Fam Fam every damn n***a know So blam blam yea you hear that trigger blow Yes maam, toe ring and that there Figaro [Chorus] Outro [Freeky Zeeky] f** yall n***az thats word to my mother B. If I catch anyone of yall n***az runnin by, walkin by, driven by, sneakin by, Imma k** yall motherf**erz. Thats word to me, my Dipset fam, k**a C..Every motherf**en body. I n***az wish, wish I was dead, but too bad for yall motherf**erz. Here I go. Then yall gone run soon as see anything that looks anything like yall. I dont give a f**, its f**ed up for everybody. i told Im half Coo koo, half motherf**in crazy. I seen yall walkin round wit the chain out talkin bout try to rob me, try to rob me, I hope these motherf**ers try to do it cuz I got somethin for they stinkin a** oh I got somethin for they stinkin a**. My foot in they a**. my fist in they face, My knee in the ribs, My finger in they eeeyyyyeee. Ima k** them. Dipset n***a