50 Cent I'm Supposed To Die Tonite (Pro. Eminem) Lyrics

[Intro- 50 Cent]
Ahh man
You know where the n____s be at right?
Take me to 'em

[Chorus- 50 Cent]
All through the hood, I keep hearin' n____'s sayin'
I'm supposed to die tonight
n____s done put a hit out and they talkin' like the s___ okay
I'm down to ride tonight
We rollin, whip stolen, AK loaded
I'm down to ride tonight
We smokin', straight loadin, locked and loaded
Somebody gon' die tonight

[Verse 1- 50 Cent]
This is nothin' new, I been in the position before
Grandma crib, n____s outside of her door
Different day, same s___, old mac, new clip
Thirty two hollow tips, gloves, no rubber grip
I'm a boss, but n____s never show no respect
I catch 'em slippin', I have 'em tongue kissin' my tec
Wanna come test me, p____ boy don't try it
Police response, never fast enough, the shots fired
Don't be stupid, find out who you f___in' wit son
'Fore we find out where ya b____ get her hair and nails done
It's elementary, life is but a dream
You know row, row ya boat, your blood forms a stream
After you get hit, you shoulda thought about the s___
You took that paper, you take a life or ya life get took b____
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- 50 Cent]
All through the hood, I keep hearin' n____'s sayin'
I'm supposed to die tonight
n____s come put a hit out and they talkin' like the s___ okay
I'm down to ride tonight
We rollin, whip stolen, AK loaded
I'm down to ride tonight
We smokin', straight locin', locked and loaded
Somebody gon die tonight

[Verse 2- 50 Cent]
In 2002, if you asked me to make a wish
I simply woulda wished that my music would be a hit
Big said d___, n____s wanna stick me for my paper
Then pray for my downfall, I understand it all
But me, I'm a little more flashy a n____
So chances are, I'ma have to blast me a n____
I'm on that kevlar vest s___, that wild wild west s___
There's eighty one on one carrot stones in my necklace
I shine so hard, I make m________as wanna kill me
Every projects and every hood I go, they feel me
Know it sounds like rap, but this s___ is real B
I don't talk that rich s___, but n____ I'm filthy
When I come out to play, and my mob ain't with me
You could bet your bottom dollar that revolver with me
Homeboy, frontin' on me will shorten your life span
Hold the mic with my left, the knife in my right hand

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