Lyrics

[Intro] Ah-ha man Ay you know where them niggas be at right? **Gun cocks sound effect** Take me to 'em [Chorus] All through the hood I keep hearin' niggas sayin' (Bap, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap) I'm supposed to die tonight Niggas done put a hit out and they talkin' like this shit okay (Bap, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap) I'm gonna ride tonight We rollin', whip stolen, AK loaded I'm gonna ride tonight We smokin' (Uh-huh), straight loc'n, lockin' loadin' Somebody gon' die tonight [Verse 1] This is nuttin' new, I 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 'em slippin', I'll have 'em tongue-kissin' my TEC Wan come, test me, pussy boy, don't try 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 Ya 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] All through the hood I keep hearin' niggas sayin' (Bap, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap) I'm supposed to die tonight Niggas done put a hit out and they talkin' like this shit okay (Bap, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap) I'm gonna ride tonight We rollin', whip stolen, AK loaded I'm gonna ride tonight We smokin', straight loc'n, lockin' loadin' Somebody gon' die tonight [Verse 2] In 2002, if you asked me to make a wish I simply woulda wished that my music would be a hit Big said, "Damn, niggas 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 vest shit, that Wild Wild West shit There's 81 one karat 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] All through the hood I keep hearin' niggas sayin' (Bap, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap) I'm supposed to die tonight Niggas done put a hit out and they talkin' like this shit okay (Bap, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap) I'm gonna ride tonight We rollin', whip stolen, AK loaded I'm gonna ride tonight We smokin', straight loc'n, lockin' loadin' Somebody gon' die tonight