You know row, row ya boat, your blood forms a stream
I'm down to ride tonight
I don't talk that rich shit but nigga I'm filthy
I simply woulda wished that my music would be a hit
“I'm supposed to die tonight”
I'm down to ride tonight
Hold the mic with my left, my knife in my right hand
When I come out to play, had my mom been with me
All through the hood, I keep hearin' niggas sayin'
Different day, same shit, old mac, new clip
It's smokin', street locin', locked and loaded
And eighty one 1 carrot stones in my necklace
But me, I'm a little more flashy a nigga
I'm down to ride tonight
Don't know if I'm God's child or I'm Satan's angel
Wanna come test me, pussy boy don't try
All through the hood, I keep hearin' niggas sayin'
I'm down to ride tonight
Big said, damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper
I'm down to ride tonight
“I'm supposed to die tonight”
Niggas come put a hit out and they talkin' like the shit okay
Somebody gon' die tonight
Know it sounds like rap but this shit is real B
It's smokin', street locin', locked and loaded
Homeboy, frontin' on me'll shorten your life span
Police responds, never fast enough, the shots fired
Somebody gon' die tonight
Every projects and every hood I go, they feel me
I'm on that Keflon vest shit, that wild wild west shit
All through the hood, I keep hearin' niggas sayin'
Don't be stupid, find out who you fuckin' wit son
We crawlin', whip stolen, AK loaded
So chances are, I'ma have to blast me a nigga
You could bet your bottom dollar that revolver with me
It's smokin', street locin', locked and loaded
In 2002, if you asked me to make a wish
I shine so hard, I make mothafuckas wanna kill me
You took that paper, you take a life or ya life get took bitch
I catch 'em slippin', I have 'em tongue kissin' my tec
Niggas come put a hit out and they talkin' like the shit okay
We crawlin', whip stolen, AK loaded
Grandma crib, niggas outside of her door
I'm a boss, but niggas never show no respect
'Fore we find out where ya bitch gets her hair and nails done
It's elementary, life is but a dream
This is nothin' new, I been in the position before
Take me to 'em
We crawlin', whip stolen, AK loaded
I'm down to ride tonight
Niggas come put a hit out and they talkin' like the shit okay
Thirty two hollow tips, gloves, no rubber grip
And pray for my downfall, I understand it all
After you get hit, you shoulda thought about the shit
Sometimes I sit and look at life from a different angle
“I'm supposed to die tonight”
