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