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[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 golden 
 - I'm down to ride tonight 
 Weed smokin, straight loc'n, lock and 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 boy, 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 Kevlan 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*} 
            
 
HATA BİLDİR
 
 
		
        
        
        
         
         
         
         
        
        
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