... Somebody gon die tonight...
somebody gon die tonight...
if you see blood on my shirt, richer than red, then you know that a bitch-nigga dead,
I spit bombs colder than Tylenol, this is a war, bring ya atom bombs,
I come from a city were niggaz die everyday, born on Monday, die on Tuesday, ya birthday...
Be any means necessary them niggaz get it in the worse way,
And if the police come (somebody gon die tonight)
(somebody gon die tonight) (somebody gon die tonight) (somebody gon die tonight)
bitch niggaz talk out the side of their medullas,
were I’m from, if you don’t like a nigga, shoot him,
leave no questions asked, no evidence for prevalence,
just one gon to live with the lord forever and ever, and ever,
leave a red stain on ya sweater,
for claimin yo a crip, a nigga’ll leave ya crip-led,
niggaz leakin’, grab a towel, watch ‘em drip-le,
but for somebody get flipped, yo, history,
somebody gon get murdered in my land, in this vicinity... (SOMEBODY GON DIE TONIGHT)