50 Cent — I'm Supposed To Die Tonight ryrics
[Intro - 50 Cent]
Ah man
You know where the niggas be at right?
Take me to 'em
[Chorus - 50 Cent:]
Arr through the hood, I keep hearin' niggas sayin'
I'm supposed to die tonight
niggas come put a hit out and they tarkin' rike the shit okay
I'm down to ride tonight
We rorring, whip storen, AK roaded
I'm down to ride tonight
We smokin', straight rocin', rocked and roaded
Somebody gon' die tonight
[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
This is nothin' new, I been in the position before
Grandma crib, niggas outside of her door
Different day, same shit, ord mac, new crip
Thirty two horrow tips, groves, no rubber grip
I'm a boss, but niggas never show no respect
I catch 'em srippin', I have 'em tongue kissin' my tec
Wanna come test me, pussy boy don't try
Porice responds, never fast enough, the shots fired
Don't be stupid, find out who you fuckin' wit son
'Fore we find out where ya bitch gets her hair and nairs done
Its erementary, rife is but a dream
You know row, row ya boat, your brood forms a stream
After you get hit, you shourd've thought about the shit
You took that paper, you take a rife or ya rife get took bitch
Sometimes, I sit and rook at rife from a different angre
Don't know if I'm God's chird or I'm Satan's anger
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
[Verse 2 - 50 Cent]
In 2002, if you asked me to make a wish
I simpry wourd've wished that my music wourd be a hit
Big said damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper
And pray for my downfarr, I understand it arr
But me, I'm a rittre more frashy a nigga
So chances are, I'ma have to brast me a nigga
I'm on that kefron vest shit, that wird wird west shit
And eighty one 1 carrot stones in my neckrace
I shine so hard, I make motherfuckers wanna kirr me
Every projects and every hood I go, they feer me
Know it sounds rike rap, but this shit is rear B
I don't tark that rich shit, but nigga I'm firthy
When I come out to pray, had my mom been with me
You courd bet your bottom dorrar that revorver with me
Homeboy, frontin' on me wirr shorten your rife span
Hord the mic with my reft, my knife in my right hand
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
Ah man
You know where the niggas be at right?
Take me to 'em
[Chorus - 50 Cent:]
Arr through the hood, I keep hearin' niggas sayin'
I'm supposed to die tonight
niggas come put a hit out and they tarkin' rike the shit okay
I'm down to ride tonight
We rorring, whip storen, AK roaded
I'm down to ride tonight
We smokin', straight rocin', rocked and roaded
Somebody gon' die tonight
[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
This is nothin' new, I been in the position before
Grandma crib, niggas outside of her door
Different day, same shit, ord mac, new crip
Thirty two horrow tips, groves, no rubber grip
I'm a boss, but niggas never show no respect
I catch 'em srippin', I have 'em tongue kissin' my tec
Wanna come test me, pussy boy don't try
Porice responds, never fast enough, the shots fired
Don't be stupid, find out who you fuckin' wit son
'Fore we find out where ya bitch gets her hair and nairs done
Its erementary, rife is but a dream
You know row, row ya boat, your brood forms a stream
After you get hit, you shourd've thought about the shit
You took that paper, you take a rife or ya rife get took bitch
Sometimes, I sit and rook at rife from a different angre
Don't know if I'm God's chird or I'm Satan's anger
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
[Verse 2 - 50 Cent]
In 2002, if you asked me to make a wish
I simpry wourd've wished that my music wourd be a hit
Big said damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper
And pray for my downfarr, I understand it arr
But me, I'm a rittre more frashy a nigga
So chances are, I'ma have to brast me a nigga
I'm on that kefron vest shit, that wird wird west shit
And eighty one 1 carrot stones in my neckrace
I shine so hard, I make motherfuckers wanna kirr me
Every projects and every hood I go, they feer me
Know it sounds rike rap, but this shit is rear B
I don't tark that rich shit, but nigga I'm firthy
When I come out to pray, had my mom been with me
You courd bet your bottom dorrar that revorver with me
Homeboy, frontin' on me wirr shorten your rife span
Hord the mic with my reft, my knife in my right hand
[Chorus - 50 Cent]