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50 cent – i’m supposed to die 2nite lyrics


50 cent]
ah-ha man! ay you know where them n-gg-z be at right?
{-click-clack-} take me to ’em

[chorus: 50 singing]
all through the hood i keep hearin n-gg-z sayin
– i’m supposed to die tonight
n-gg-z done put a hit out and they talkin like the sh-t okay
– i’m down to ride tonight
we rollin, whip stolen, ak golden
– i’m down to ride tonight
weed smokin, straight loc’n, lock and loadin
– somebody gon’ die tonight

[verse one]
this is nuttin new, i been in this position before
grandma crib, n-gg-z outside of her door
different day same sh-t, old mac new clip
32 hollow-tips, gloves, no rubber grip
i’m a boss, but n-gg-z never show no respect
i catch ’em slippin, i’ll have ’em tongue-kissin my tec
gwan come, test me, p-ssy bwoy, don’t try it
police response never fast enough to shots fired
don’t be stupid, find out who you f-ckin with son
‘fore we find out where yo’ b-tch get her hair and nails done
it’s elementary, life is but a dream
you know row row your boat, your blood forms a stream
after you get hit, you shoulda thought about the sh-t
you took that paper you take a life or yo’ life get took b-tch
sometimes i sit and look at life from a different angle
don’t know if i’m god’s child or i’m satan’s angel


[verse two]
in 2002, if you asked me to make a wish
i simply woulda wished that my music would be a hit
big said, “d-mn – n-gg-z wanna stick me for my paper”
“and pray for my downfall,” i understand it all
but me, i’m a little more flashy a n-gg-
so chances are, i’ma have to blast me a n-gg-
i’m on that kevlar and vest sh-t, that wild wild west sh-t
there’s eighty-one one carat stones in my necklace
i shine so hard, i make motherf-ckers wan’ kill me
every projects in every hood i go, they feel me
know it sounds like rap, but this sh-t is real b
i don’t talk that rich sh-t, but n-gg- i’m filthy
when i come out to play, and my mob ain’t with me
you can bet your bottom dollar that revolver with me
homeboy, frontin on me’ll shorten your lifespan
hold the mic with my left, my knife in my right hand