do the hood,
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
I'm down to ride tonight
It's smokin', straight dokin',
lockin', loadin'
Somebody gon' die
This is nothin' new,
I've been in this position before
Grandma crib, niggas outside of her door
Different day, same shit,
old Mac, new clip
32 hollow tips, gloves, no rubber grip
I'm a boss,
but niggas never show no respect
I catch him slippin',
I have him tongue kissin' my tech
One come, test me,
pussy boy, don't try it
Police response, never fast enough,
the shot's fire
Don't be stupid,
find out who you fuckin' with, son
Before we find out
where your bitch get her hair nail 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 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
from a different angle
Don't know if I'm God's child
or I'm Satan's angel
I don't know 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
I'm down to ride tonight
We rollin', we stolen, it can't load it
I'm down to ride tonight
We smokin', we straight loadin',
lockin', loadin'
Somebody gon' die
In 2002, if you asked me to make a wish
I simply would've wished
that my music would be a hit
Big said, damn,
niggas wanna stick me for my paper
Then pray for my downfall,
I understand it all
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
That Wild Wild West shit
It's 81 -1,
carrying stones in my necklace
I shine so hard,
I make motherfuckers wanna 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 the plate
And my ma be with me,
you can bet your bottom dollar
that revolver with me
Homeboy, frontin' on me,
it shorten your lifespan
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
I'm down to ride tonight
Whip rollin', whip stolen,
it get golden
I'm down to ride tonight
We smokin', straight loakin',
lock and loadin'
Somebody gon' die tonight
I'm out, You