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50 Cent
50 Cent


Информация
Настоящее имя Curtis James Jackson III
Дата рождения 6 июля 1975 г.
Откуда South Jamaica, Queens, New York, United States
Жанры Hip-hop
Gangsta Rap
Годы 1997—н.в.
Лейблы Interscope Records
G-Unit Records
Shady Records
Aftermath Entertainment
См. также Eminem
G-Unit
Sha Money XL
Сайт Website



Тексты песен 50 Cent

Текст песни "I'm Supposed To Die Tonight"


[Chorus]
All thru the hood i keep hearing
nigga's saying
I'm suppose to die tonight
Nigga's done put a hit out and they
talkin like shit is okay
I'm down to ride tonight
Whip rollin, Whip stolen, Ak loadin
I'm down to ride tonight
We smokin, straight lokin, lock and
loaded
Somebody gon'a die tonight

This is nothing new i been in this
position before
Grandma crib Niggas outside of her
door
Different day same shit old mack new
clip
32 hollow tips gloves no rubber grip
I'm a boss but nigga's never show no
respect
I catch em slippin i have em tongue
kissin my tech-
One come test me pussy boy dont try
it
Police response never fast enougn
the shots fired
Dont be stupid find out who you
fuckin wit son
Before we find out where your 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 should'a thought
about the 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
dont know if i'm god's son or satans
angel

Repat chorus


In 2002 if you ask me to make a wish
I simply would'a wished my music be
the hit
Big said damn nigga's 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'm gonna have to
blast me a nigga
I'm on that keflon vest shit that wild
wild west shit
If 81 want karats stones in my
necklace
I shine so so hard i make
motherfuckers wanna kill me
Every projects, every hood i go they
feel me
I know it sounds like rap but this shit
is real b
I dont talk that rich shit but nigga i'm
filthy
When i come out to play and my mob
aint wit me
You can bet your bottom dollar that
revolver wit me
Homeboy frontin on me will shortin
your life span
Hold the mic with my left my knife in
my right hand (YEA)


Repeat chorus



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