Chords for 50 Cent - I'm Supposed To Die Tonight (Explicit)

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Oh man, and [B] you know where the niggas be at right?
_ [Em] Take me to them. _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ I've been in this position before.
[Bm] Grand mal crib.
Niggas outside of her door.
Different day, [E] same shit.
Old Mac, new [B] clip.
32 hollow tips, [Ab] gloves, no rubber grip.
[C] I'm a boss.
[N] These niggas never show no respect.
[B] I catch them slippin'.
I have them tongue kissin'.
My [E] tech won't come.
Test [B] me, pussy [G] boy, don't try it.
[A] Police [B] response never fast enough, the shots fired.
[E] Don't be stupid.
Find out who [G] you fuckin' with, son.
[E] Before [B] we find out where your bitch get her hand held on.
It's elementary. _
Life is but a dream.
You know, Roe broke your boat.
Your blood forms [Em] a stream.
After you get hit, you should've thought about this shit.
[B] You took that paper, you fake a life for your life, you little [E] bitch.
_ Sometimes [B] I sit and look [G] at life from a different [Am] angle.
[B] Don't know if I'm God's child or I'm [Em] Satan's angel.
I'll blow the hood.
I keep [B] hearing niggas sayin'.
I'm supposed to die tonight.
Cause I'm puttin' it out and it's lookin' like this shit okay.
I'm [Em] down to ride tonight.
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Rollin', I'm stowin', ate, ate, loaded.
I'm [E] down to ride tonight.
I'm [B] _
[G] smokin', straight [B] loakin', got loaded.
Somebody [Em] gon' die tonight.
In 2002, if you asked me to make a wish,
[B] I simply would've wished that my music would be [E] a hit.
Big said, dang, [Bm] niggas wanna stick me for my paper.
Pray for my downfall, I understand it [Em] all.
_ I'm a little [B] more flashy than niggas, so chances are,
I'ma have to [E] blast me.
And nigga, I'm on that Keflon [B] Vinson, [G] that Wild Wild [B] West shit.
Them 81-1 capstones in my necklace.
[Em] I shine so hard, I make motherfuckers wanna kill me.
[B] Every projects and every hood I go, [Em] they feel me.
Know it sounds like crap, but this shit is real, B.
[Eb] I don't talk that [Dm] bitch shit.
But nigga, I'm filthy [E] when I come out to play.
And [A] my ma be with me.
[B] You can bet your bottom dollar [Em] that Revolver with me.
Homeboy, frontin' [B] on me [G] and shortin' your lifespan.
Hold [B] the mic with my left, my knife in my [Em] right hand.
Yeah!
I'll blow the hood out, keep [B] every nigga sayin'.
I'm supposed to die tonight.
_ So don't put it out, nigga, talkin' like this shit okay. _
I'm down to [Em] ride tonight.
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Rollin', let's go, [B] but it ain't [Am] loaded.
I'm down to ride [Em] tonight.
[B] It's loaded, [G] _ straight loaded.
[B] I'm loaded.
Why they gon' [E] die tonight? _ _ _
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