[Lil' Mo]
 Some gangsta shit, hit me
 Yeah yeah yeah
 Yeah yeah yeah (Murder Inc)
 Yeah yeah yeah (Blackground)
 Yeah yeah yeah (Dave Bing)

 1 - [Lil' Mo]
 Somebody gon' ride tonight
 Somebody gon' die tonight
 Somebody's momma gon' cry tonight

 Cuz it's murda, murda
 Somebody gon' bleed tonight
 My niggas gon' eat tonight
 Somebody's goin' six feet tonight
 Cuz it's murda, murda

 [Dave]
 Ya better bring your vest, 16 when you fucking wit Bing
 You can try to be smooth in between, or you can scream
 Sound wack, the crowd won't bounce to that
 And you'll be fucking up the crew, changin' the mood
 And that's rude, and my thugs wanna eat ya food
 Drink ya milkshake, after that, shitfaced
 And let ya nniggas know you been a cornball from the get-go
 The day you blow Shaq, make all his free throws
 Let 'em go, bring the fuck fast or slow
 Even put it in ya ass if you tell me so
 Toe to toe, you can lose your deal and your ho
 Now it's hard to pay your car note and buy you some smoke
 And send ya man some commonsary, now he's startin' to worry
 Sayin' "Stay away from Bing and 118
 They really put it down, really put niggas in the ground"
 And ya really lucky if ya only gotta be down

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 [Dave]
 Yeah
 Confidence, ya need a whole lot of it
 To bang with Bing, in 2 bars, I could spoil ya dream
 Gettin' mean, that could lead to things
 Like me comin' for ya in the middle of the night
 With all black on, all ya could see is the red light
 The 4-4 special, got'cha hopin' God'll bless you
 Girl wants to get you, once the bullets start to catch you
 Game's over soldier, don't ya see the fucking Range Rover
 With Bing in it, 10 more trucks with 118 in it
 I started rappin' cuz there's cream in it
 But I still keep a crack house with 5 or 6 fiends in it
 A ring with the bling bling in it
 And my brand new truck, like the way I laid in it
 Stop at the store, leave the keys in it
 Dare you to leave in it
 Bing'll make you believe in it
 You've got a ?, put some trees in it

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 [Dave]
 We the hard rock between ya'll legs
 I see the red spot, thug not
 All it takes is one shot to make your head rot
 Take you out your spot
 While at 'em, Woodstock askin 'bout Bing on the block
 The cops sell cracks in blue tops
 Nickels the size of dimes
 Y'all cowards must be out of your minds
 Thinkin' that Dave Bing won't shine
 This ain't the first time I cut ???
 Grind the lactose slow, mix it in with the coke
 Bought a quarter pound of weed and let the whole block choke
 Stuck the 9 out, stuck it down your gniggas throat
 When it was least expected, made 'em get butt naked

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 [Dave]
 52 states, BJ
 IG, Joe Mo, Barry Hinkleson
 Murder Inc., 118
 Queens, 52 states, get caked
 C, C, C, C mothafuvkers Gotti