Some gangsta's shit,
  Murder Inc shit
  Backgound nigga,
  Dave Bing shit
  Lil' Mo
  
  Chorus: Lil' Mo
  
  Somebody goin die tonight,
  Somebody goin die tonight,
  Somebody's woman goin cry tonight
  This is Murda, Murda
  Somebodys going bleed tonight
  One nigga's goin to eat tonight
  Somebody's moves its feet tonight
  This is Murda, Murda
  
  [Dave Bing]
  Rather bring the best 16 when you fucking with Bing,
  You could try smooth in between and you can scream
  Sound while the crowd won't bounce to that
  And you be fucking up the room,
  Changing up mood
  And that's rude
  And my thugs want to eat your food
  Drinking milk shake and after that shit in your face
  And let your bitch know there been a car bomb from the git
  Blow the day you blow Shaq make all his free throws
  Let him throw a finger fucking fast or slow
  Even put it in your ass if you tell me so
  Toe to toe, you can lose your deal and your hoe
  Now it's hard to pay your carton note and buy you some smoke
  Seen your man is "convensary" now, he starting to worry
  He said stay away from Bing and 118
  They really put it down, really put niggas in the ground
  And your really love me if you only got a beat down
  
  Chorus
  
  Confidential, you need a whole lot of it
  To bang with Bing in two bars, I can spoil your dream
  GEt mean, I could lead to things
  Like me coming for you, in the middle of the night
  With all black on, all you can see is the red light
  The fo fo special got you hoping God Bless You
  Girl, won't forget you, once the bullets start the get you,
  Games over soldier, don't you see the fucking Range Rover
  With Bing in it, 10 more, 12th and 118 in it
  I started rappin cause there's cream in it
  But I still keep the crack, how for 5 or 6 fiends in it
  A ring with the Bling Bling in it
  And my brand new truck, bitches like the way I lean in it
  Stop at the Stome, leave the keys in it
  Gave you to leave with it, Bing will make you believe in it
  You got a gut, put some trees in it
  
  Chorus
  
  Need a hard rock between your legs, I see the red spot
  Thug knot, all it takes is one shot to make your head rock
  Take you out your spot
  While in the woodstock, ask about Bing on the block
  Fuck the cop, sell crack in blue top
  Niggaz the size of dimes, ya'll cowards must be outta ya mind
  Thinking that Dave Bing won't shine
  This ain't the first time I cut head wrong with 1 9
  Find the lactose slope, mix it in with the coke
  Buy a quarter pound weed and let the clock choke
  Stuck the nine out, Stuck it down the bitch nigga throat
  When it was least expected made him get buck-nagged
  
  Chorus till end
  
  Dave Bing talks