Cam'ron: Somebody Gotta Die Tonight

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 F**K 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
F**k 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**k 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
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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)
F**k 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 motherf**kerz. Thats word to me, my Dipset fam, Killa C..
Every motherf**ken 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 motherf**kerz. Here I go.
Then yall gone run soon as see anything that looks anything like yall.
I dont give a f**k, its f**ked 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 motherf**kin crazy. I done bit half of my lip off waitin to
see one of yall motherf**kaz. 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 motherf**kers 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 motherf**ker. Come f**k wit us,
I wish you would. I wish you could. Yall mother f**kers is some dead mother f**kers.
Yall hurd me some deeeaad mother f**kers... mother f**kers