Extrait des paroles de I'm Supposed To Die Tonight
[Verse 2 50 Cent] 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 keflon vest shit, that wild wild west shit And eighty one 1 carrot stones in my necklace I shine so hard, I make mothafuckas wanna kill me Every projects and 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, had my mom been with me You could bet your bottom dollar that revolver with me Homeboy, frontin' on me will shorten your life span Hold the mic with my left, the knife in my right hand