i'm supoosed to die tonight

Artist: 50 Cent 
Album: The Massacre 
Song: I'm Supposed to Die Tonight 
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash 
 
[50 Cent] 
Ah-ha man! Ay you know where them niggaz be at right? 
{*click-clack*} Take me to 'em 
 
[Chorus: 50 singing] 
All through the hood I keep hearin niggaz sayin 
- I'm supposed to die tonight 
Niggaz done put a hit out and they talkin like the shit 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, niggaz outside of her door 
Different day same shit, old mac new clip 
32 hollow-tips, gloves, no rubber grip 
I'm a boss, but niggaz never show no respect 
I catch 'em slippin, I'll have 'em tongue-kissin my tec 
Gwan come, test me, pussy bwoy, don't try it 
Police response never fast enough to shots fired 
Don't be stupid, find out who you fuckin with son 
'Fore we find out where yo' bitch 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 shit 
You took that paper you take a life or yo' life get took bitch 
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] 
 
[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, "Damn - niggaz wanna stick me for my paper" 
"And pray for my downfall," I understand it all 
But me, I'm a little more flashy a nigga 
So chances are, I'ma have to blast me a nigga 
I'm on that Kevlar and vest shit, that wild wild West shit 
There's eighty-one one carat stones in my necklace 
I shine so hard, I make motherfuckers wan' kill me 
Every projects in every hood I go, they feel me 
Know it sounds like rap, but this shit is real B 
I don't talk that rich shit, but nigga 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] 
 
{*sounds of gunshots and people screaming, tires peel out*} 
 
 
 
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