[Intro:]
Ha, man! Ay, you know where them niggas be at, right?
Take me to ‘em.
[Chorus:]
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 loaded,
I'm down to ride tonight.
Weed smokin', straight loc'n, lockin', loadin',
Somebody gon' die tonight.
[Verse 1:]
This is nothing new, I been in this position before,
Grandma crib, niggas outside of her door,
Different day, same shit, old MAC, new clip,
Thirty-two 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.
Welcome, 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.
[Chorus:]
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 loaded,
I'm down to ride tonight.
Weed smokin', straight loc'n, lockin', loadin',
Somebody gon' die tonight.
[Verse 2:]
In 2002 if you ax 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 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 eighty-one one carat stones in my necklace.
I shine so hard, I make mothafuckas 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',
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 loaded,
I'm down to ride tonight.
Weed smokin', straight loc'n, lockin', loadin',
Somebody gon' die tonight.
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