T.I. - Light 'em Up (Rip Doe B) lyrics

You was supposed to make it You was supposed to make it You was supposed to make it Tell me why it is now that we live only for the moment Erybody going deeper to the dark Point of no return, following the evil, running from the Lord Hatred in the heart Poison [?] a n***a use to play and trade toys with a n***a Now you gotta go to war with a n***a Just because you got more than a n***a Motherf**er Kamikaze you, they rather die then see you live fly Crabs in a barrel, in ghetto America Man, we just lucky that we make it out See so much potential, lost some reputation, you would think eventually we will get it They say you got it, they don't even want it It just hurt so much for them to see you with it What I know 'bout Satan, he patiently wait To rob and steal and k** off greatness in the making What we put together never let 'em take it Goddamn shawty you were 'pose to make it You was supposed to make it You was supposed to make it You was supposed to make it You was supposed to make it Lighters up, lighters up Lighters up, lighters up Lighters up, lighters up Lighters up, lighters up You was supposed to make it You was supposed to make it Lighters up, lighters up Get your lighters up, lighters up You know when I met you, sitting in the car Buck head in the mall, you was something special He was just a young n***a, Still he never got excited, It was hard to overwhelm a fat n***a with a eye patch, swingin' hard Reppin' role tide Alabama You can tell he was kickin' too much flavour on a country n***a made 'em wanna k** him Still to see him smiling shawty, he be chillin' n***a wish him dead, he ain't even feel it At your video, I could feel the [?] We was at the club, n***a couldn't get it in, they was stuck outside Start to look at you, and as you should you looked like "f** I 'posed to do?" Asked you 'bout it then, said "ay brah you cool?" You said "I ain't worry 'bout the lil dude" Get they feelings hurt, got a attitude, They'll come around in a year or two Made you Hustle Gang, let you in the family Said "I get you rich" you said "you want a Grammy" Showed you how to mix the Actavis Candy, doin' 160 with me, he ain't panic Called me yesterday, I say "lil bro what's happening? Working with Pharell, chillin' in Miami" All you said was "run it, book the flight I'm coming 'Fore I leave though, I gotta handle something" I just said "ok" I hung up the phone Couple hours later, damn my n***a gone You was suppose to make it You was suppose to make it You was suppose to make it You was suppose to make it Devil's business, my brother gone Supposed to be a living legend Hating n***a sent you home But when we see that guy, we gon' treat him like the sky On the 4th of July And light him up Lighters up, lighters up Lighters up, lighters up Lighters up, lighters up Lighters up, lighters up You was supposed to make it You was supposed to make it Lighters up, lighters up Get your lighters up, lighters up