If I Die 2Nite Lyrics by Tupac

If I Die 2Nite Lyrics

    A coward dies a thousand deaths
    A soldier dies but once

    [Verse One]
    They say pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols
    Plottin on murderin motherfuckers '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 shit 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 motherfuckers 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

    [Chorus]
    If I die tonight (repeat 3X)
    "Tonight's the night I get in some shit" -> Dr. Dre

    [Verse Two]
    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 fuckin 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 bitches 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

    Chorus

    [Verse Three]
    Pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols
    Plottin on murderin motherfuckers '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 dick, 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
    Motherfuckers don't understand, if I die tonight

    Chorus

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