I’m Supposed To Die Tonight

[Intro]

Ah-ha man

Ay you know where them niggas be at right?

**Gun cocks sound effect**

Take me to 'em

[Chorus]

All through the hood I keep hearin' niggas sayin' (Bap, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap)

I'm supposed to die tonight

Niggas done put a hit out and they talkin' like this shit okay (Bap, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap)

I'm down to ride tonight

We rollin', whip stolen, AK loaded

I'm down to ride tonight

We smokin' (Uh-huh), straight loc'n, lockin' loadin'

Somebody gon' die tonight

[Verse 1]

This is nuttin' 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

Wan come, test me, pussy boy, don't try

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

Ya 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]

All through the hood I keep hearin' niggas sayin' (Bap, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap)

I'm supposed to die tonight

Niggas done put a hit out and they talkin' like this shit okay (Bap, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap)

I'm down to ride tonight

We rollin', whip stolen, AK loaded

I'm down to ride tonight

We smokin', straight loc'n, lockin' loadin'

Somebody gon' die tonight

[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'ma have to blast me a nigga

I'm on that Kevlar vest shit, that Wild Wild West shit

There's 81 one karat 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]

All through the hood I keep hearin' niggas sayin' (Bap, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap)

I'm supposed to die tonight

Niggas done put a hit out and they talkin' like this shit okay (Bap, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap)

I'm down to ride tonight

We rollin', whip stolen, AK loaded

I'm down to ride tonight

We smokin', straight loc'n, lockin' loadin'

Somebody gon' die tonight