I'm Supposed To Die Tonight - 50 Cent

Ah-ha man!

Ay you know where them niggaz be at right?

Take me to 'em

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 loaded

— I'm down to ride tonight

Weed smokin, straight loc’n, lockin loadin

— Somebody gon’die tonight

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

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!