I keep hearin' niggas sayin'
I'm supposed to die tonight
Niggas don't put a hit out
and they talkin' like this shit okay
I'm down to ride to night
We rollin', we stolen, it get loaded
It's smokin', straight dokin',
I've been in this position before
Grandma crib, niggas outside of her door
Different day, same shit,
32 hollow tips, gloves, no rubber grip
but niggas never show no respect
I have him tongue kissin' my tech
Police response, never fast enough,
find out who you fuckin' with, son
where your bitch get her hair nail done
You know, row, row your boat,
your blood forms a stream
you should've thought about this shit
You took that paper, you take a life,
or your life get took, bitch
Sometimes I sit and look at life
Don't know if I'm God's child
I keep hearin' niggas sayin'
I'm supposed to die tonight
Niggas done put a hit out
and they talkin' like this shit okay
We rollin', we stolen, it can't load it
We smokin', we straight loadin',
In 2002, if you asked me to make a wish
that my music would be a hit
niggas wanna stick me for my paper
Then pray for my downfall,
But me, I'm a little more flashy than niggas
So chances are, I'ma have to blast me
An d nigga, I'm on that Keflon Vest shit
carrying stones in my necklace
I make motherfuckers wanna kill me
Every projects in every hood I go,
Know it sounds like rap, but this shit is real B,
I don't talk that rich shit
But nigga, I'm filthy when
you can bet your bottom dollar
Hold the mic with my left,
my knife in my right hand
Yeah! I'm through the hood,
I keep hearin' niggas sayin'
I'm supposed to die tonight
Niggas done put a hit out
and they talkin' like this shit okay
Whip rollin', whip stolen,
We smokin', straight loakin',
Somebody gon' die tonight
