I'm Supposed to Die Tonight

[Intro] Ah-ha man! Ay you know where them niggas be at right? Take me to 'em [Hook] All through the hood I keep hearin niggas sayin' I'm supposed to die tonight Niggas 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, lockin loadin Somebody gon' die tonight [Verse 1] This is not new, I been in this position before Grandma crib, niggas outside of her door Different day same shit, old mac new clip 32 hollow-tips, gloves, no rubber grip I'm a boss, but niggas never show no respect I catch 'em slippin', I'll have 'em tongue kissin' my tec Go on, come, test me, pussy boy, 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 [Hook] [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, "Damn - niggas 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'mma 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! [Hook]