Somebody Gone Die 2 Nite Lyrics

(Benjilino)
Somebody gonna die tonight
get all of my niggaz,time to ride tonight
Disrespect a killa and them bullets gonna fly tonight
A nigga gonna die tonight
Somebody gone die tonight
Get all my niggaz,time to ride tonight
Disrespect a killa and them bullets gonna lfy tonight
A nigga gonna die tonight

(Verse 1)
(Tech n9ne)
Hey yo iÂ'm sick as a motherf*cker,bitch you a motherfuker you tryin'to diss on a motherf*cker like me iÂ'll kill you motherf*ckers Its a motherf*ckin' shame how the motherf*cker came and grabbed my motherf*ckin' name,and get to blowin'out ya motherf*ckin'brains, i f*ck hoes like a motherf*cker,even yours you motherf*ckers Tech N9ne is a motherf*cker,iÂ'll dispose of you motherf*ckers pros,they wonna suck us,+Mitch Bade+ niggaz wanna buck us get the motherf*cker,hit the motherf*cker,killÂ'em and dont say shit,motherf*cker,iÂ'm pissed them a motherf*cker,twist that motherf*cker,lift that motherf*cker,Hey nigga you my motherf*cker Cause you busted on them motherf*ckers,shot up them motherf*ckin crew.Motherf*ckers who diss me,motherf*ck you,IÂ'm raw as a motherf*cker,pop trunks on these motherf*cker,Niggaz is wrong as a motherf*cker,wont get a motherf*ckinÂ'thing trip of this motherf*ckinÂ'heat we bring motherf*cker.

(Verse 2)
(Fatal Hussein)
I was raised up to blaze bang blicks Hussien gets pissed if flames spit watch how pretty the pain get nigga,High til i die,Burry me a G iÂ'm srapped,A made nigga never worry me iÂ'm free this is stricly for my niggaz now,bless the dead,you know life goes on,We pour out a lilÂ'liquor now,But iÂ'm puttinÂ'presure up on Â'em when they under these glocks,And these pussies are panicked,to get frantic,Cause me and Yuk here
somebody gonna die,Not me,nigga i am stuck here,Rap related,Criminally activated and evil i wouldnÂ't want to be you behinde my f*ckinÂ'Desert Eagle young guns fire,And niggaz bleed smoke addicted to livinÂ'like a f*ckinÂ'felon while beefin with rookie cops,For the cookie rocks niggaz sellinÂ',iÂ'am an Outlaw. (Verse 3)
(The realest)
You see our adversaries crumble when we rumble with sick catasrophy f*ck all these niggaz,itÂ's the West in me Thats why i gotta keep a vest with me,And iÂ'mma ride Â'til i rest in peace
(Yukmouth)
Makaveli rest in peace,All these wannabeÂ's like Master p
all these niggaz screaminÂ'blastephemy,You ainÂ't Pac nigga,Tatted up in them magazines BandannaÂ'ed up in them magazines,You ainÂ't Pac ,f*ck Percy
I put him in a hearst where the dirt be IÂ'm blood thristy,42 shots like James Worthy These lames in the game ainÂ't worthy to touch meals,Ya heard me,I bust 30 in your P.miller in Jersey,The dirty dirty is better off without you Double X-L (XXL) doubt you ,Wrote a f*cked up ad about you cause you wack as f*ck,You need to let ya kids bust Quit f*ckinÂ'off ya brothers careers and give that shit up,Mini me nigga wannabe somebody alse,RappinÂ'like Tupac, canÂ't be yaself thatÂ'll get you shot ,better be somebody else,Everybody on No Limit sounds like somebody else,You got a nigga thats shounds like Dru (Down),A nigga like Mystikal A white boy like Eminem,the bitinÂ'is critical Ya son wanna be Bow wow,The shit is pitiful,what a bitch nigga would do for a hundred milÂ'or two f*ck off his niggaz too,Cali aint feelinÂ'you,I bet C-Murder locked up thinkinÂ'bout killinÂ'you nigga,Rap -a-Lot Mafia we get the scrilla too,roll with a thousand niggaz too,You bitinÂ'ass nigga you.

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