Discover the poetic beauty in ‘I’m Supposed to Die Tonight’ by 50 Cent. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 50 Cent or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Aw man
Ay, you know where the niggas be at right?
Take me to ’em
All through the hood, I keep hearin’ niggas sayin’
I’m supposed to die tonight (pup, pup, pup, pup, pup, pup)
Niggas come put a hit out and they talkin’ like the shit okay (pup, pup, pup, pup, pup, pup)
I’m down to ride tonight
We rollin’, whip stolen, AK loaded
I’m down to ride tonight
We smokin’, straight loc’n, locked and loaded
Somebody gon’ die tonight
This is nothin’ new, I been in the position before
Grandma crib, niggas outside of her door
Different day, same shit, old MAC, new clip
Thirty two hollow tips, gloves, no rubber grip
I’m a boss, but niggas never show no respect
I catch ’em slippin’, I have ’em tongue kissin’ my TEC
Want to 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, 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
All through the hood, I keep hearin’ niggas sayin’
I’m supposed to die tonight (pup, pup, pup, pup, pup, pup)
Niggas come put a hit out and they talkin’ like the shit okay (pup, pup, pup, pup, pup, pup)
I’m down to ride tonight
We rollin’, whip stolen, AK loaded
I’m down to ride tonight
We smokin’, straight loc’n, locked and loaded
Somebody gon’ die tonight
In 2002, if you asked me to make a wish
I simply would of wished that my music would be a hit
BIG said damn, niggas want to stick me for my paper
Then 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 eighty-one 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!
All through the hood, I keep hearin’ niggas sayin’
I’m supposed to die tonight (pup, pup, pup, pup, pup, pup)
Niggas come put a hit out and they talkin’ like the shit okay (pup, pup, pup, pup, pup, pup)
I’m down to ride tonight
We rollin’, whip stolen, AK loaded
I’m down to ride tonight
We smokin’, straight loc’n, locked and loaded
Somebody gon’ die tonight