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2pac-If i Die 2Nite
A coward dies a thousand deaths
A soldier dies but once
They say
pussy and
paper is
poetry
power and
pistols
Plottin on murderin motherfuc.kers 'fore they get you
picturin
pitiful
punk niggaz coppin pleas
puffin weed as I
position myself to clock G's
My enemies
scatter in
suicidal
situations
Never to witness the wicked $hit that they was facin
pockets is
packed with
presidents,
pursue your riches
Evadin the playa hatin tricks, while hittin switches
Bitches is
Bad-mouth, cause
Brawlin mothefu.ckers is
Bold
But y'all some hoes, the game should be sewed
I'm
sick of psychotic
society
somebody
save me
Addicted to drama so even mama couldn't raise me
Even the preacher and all my teachers couldn't reach me
I run in the streets and puffin weed wit my peeps
I'm duckin the cop, I hit the weed as I'm clutchin my glock
Niggaz is hot when I hit the block, what if I die tonight
If I die 2nite
Tonight's the night I get in some $hit
Polishin
pistols
prepare for battle
pass the
pump
When I get to poppin niggaz is droppin then they done
Callin the
coroner
come
collect the fuc.kin
corpse
He got it by killer, preoccuppied with bein boss
Revenge is the method, whenever steppin keep a weapon close
Adversaries are overdosed over deadly notes
Jealous niggaz and broke Bit.ches equal packed jails
Hit the block and fill your pockets makin crack sales
Picture
perfection
pursuin
paper with a
passion
Visions of prisons for all the pussies that I blasted
Runnin with criminals individuals with no remorse
Try to stop me my pistol posse's usin deadly force
In my brain all I can think about is fame
The police know my name, a different game, ain't a thing changed
I'm seein cemetary photos of my peers
Conversatin like they still here, if I die tonight
If I die 2nite
Tonight's the night I get in some $hit
pussy and
paper is
poetry
power and
pistols
Plottin on murderin motherfu.ckers 'fore they get you
Pray to the heavens three-fifty-sevens to the sky
And I hope I'm forgiven for Thug Livin when I die
I wonder if heaven got a ghetto for Thug niggaz
A stress free life and a spot for drug dealers
Pissin while
practicin how to
pimp and be a
playa
Overdose of a di.ck, while drinkin liquor when I lay her
Pistol whippin these simps, for bein petrified and lame
Disrespectin the game, prayin for punishment and pain
Goin insane, never die, live eternal, who shall I fear?
Don't shed a tear for me nigga I ain't happy hear
I hope they bury me and send me to my rest
Headlines readin MURDERED TO DEATH, my last breath
Take a look picture a crook on his last stand
Motherfuc.kers don't understand, if I die tonight
If I die 2nite
Tonight's the night I get in some $hit