Intro- 50 Cent]
Ahh man
You know where the niggas be at right?
Take me to ´em
[Chorus- 50 Cent]
All through the hood, I keep hearin´ niggas sayin´
I´m supposed to die tonight
niggas come put a hit out and they talkin´ like the shit okay
I´m down to ride tonight
We crawlin, whip stolen, AK loaded
I´m down to ride tonight
Its smokin´, street locin´, locked and loaded
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, 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 have ´em tongue kissin´ my tec
Wanna come test me, pussy boy don´t try
Police 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 nails done
Its 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 shit
You took that paper, you take a life or ya 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- 50 Cent]
All through the hood, I keep hearin´ niggas sayin´
I´m supposed to die tonight
niggas come put a hit out and they talkin´ like the shit okay
I´m down to ride tonight
We crawlin, whip stolen, AK loaded
I´m down to ride tonight
Its smokin´, street 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 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 keflon vest shit, that wild wild west shit
And eighty one 1 carrot stones in my necklace
I shine so hard, I make mothafuckas wanna kill me
Every projects and 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, had my mom been 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
[Chorus- 50 Cent]
All through the hood, I keep hearin´ niggas sayin´
I´m supposed to die tonight
niggas come put a hit out and they talkin´ like the shit okay
I´m down to ride tonight
We crawlin, whip stolen, AK loaded
I´m down to ride tonight
Its smokin´, street locin´, locked and loaded
Somebody gon´ die tonight