I'm Supposed To Die 2nite Lyrics - 50 Cent

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 

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[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 

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[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]