I'm Supposed to Die Tonight

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Текст, перевод и аккорды “I'm Supposed to Die Tonight”
[50 Cent] Ah-ha man! Ay you know where them niggaz be at right? {*click-clack*} Take me to 'em [Chorus: 50 singing] All through the hood I keep hearin niggaz sayin - I'm supposed to die tonight Niggaz 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 One] This is nuttin new, I been in this position before Grandma crib, niggaz outside of her door Different day same shit, old mac new clip 32 hollow-tips, gloves, no rubber grip I'm a boss, but niggaz never show no respect I catch 'em slippin, I'll have 'em tongue-kissin my tec Gwan come, test me, pussy bwoy, 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] [Verse Two] In 2002, if you asked me to make a wish I simply woulda wished that my music would be a hit Big said, Damn - niggaz 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 and vest shit, that wild wild West shit There's eighty-one one carat 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] {*sounds of gunshots and people screaming, tires peel out*}

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