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50 cent – i’m supposed to die tonight lyrics

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[intro]
ah-ha man! ayy you know where them n-ggas be at right?
take me to ’em

[chorus]
all through the hood i keep hearin’ n-ggas sayin’ (bap, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap)
i’m supposed to die tonight
n-ggas done put a hit out and they talkin’ like the sh-t okay (bap, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap)
i’m gonna ride tonight
we rollin’, whip stolen, ak loaded
i’m gonna ride tonight
we smokin’ (uh-huh), straight loc’n, lockin’ loadin’
somebody gon’ die tonight

[verse 1]
this is not new, i been in this position before
grandma crib, n-ggas 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-ggas never show no respect
i catch ’em slippin’, i’ll have ’em tongue-kissin’ my tec
go on, come, test me, p-ssy boy, 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

[chorus]
all through the hood i keep hearin’ n-ggas sayin’ (bap, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap)
i’m supposed to die tonight
n-ggas done put a hit out and they talkin’ like the sh-t okay (bap, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap)
i’m gonna ride tonight
we rollin’, whip stolen, ak loaded
i’m gonna ride tonight
we smokin’, straight loc’n, lockin’ loadin’
somebody gon’ die tonight

[verse 2]
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-ggas 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-gga
so chances are, i’ma have to blast me a n-gga
i’m on that kevlar vest sh-t, that wild wild west sh-t
there’s 81 one karat stones in my necklace
i shine so hard, i make motherf-ckers wan’ k!ll 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-gga 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
yeah!

[chorus]
all through the hood i keep hearin’ n-ggas sayin’ (bap, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap)
i’m supposed to die tonight
n-ggas done put a hit out and they talkin’ like the sh-t okay (bap, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap)
i’m gonna ride tonight
we rollin’, whip stolen, ak loaded
i’m gonna ride tonight
we smokin’, straight loc’n, lockin’ loadin’
somebody gon’ die tonight