2Pac - If I Die 2Nite lyrics

A coward dies a thousand deaths
A soldier dies but once
Tonight's the night I get in some shit

They say pussy and paper is poetry
Power and pistols
Plotting on murdering motherfuckers 'fore
They get you
Picturing pitiful punk niggas copping pleas
Puffing 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
Evading the playa hating tricks
While hitting switches bitches is bad-mouth
‘cause brawling motherfuckers is bold
But charge them hoes the game should be sold
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
Puffing weed with my peeps
I'm duckin' the cops
I hit the weed as I'm clutchin' my Glock
Niggas is hot when I hit the
Block what if I die tonight?

If I die tonight if I die tonight
Fuck it, if I die tonight
Tonight's the night I get in some shit

Polish your pistols, prepare for battle
Pass the pump when I get to poppin'
Niggas is droppin' then they done
Calling the coroner
Come collect the fucking corpse
He got hit by a killer
Preoccupied with being boss
Revenge is the method, whenever steppin'
Keep a weapon close
Adversaries are overdosed over deadly notes
Jealous niggas and broke bitches
Equal packed jails
Hit the block and fill your pockets
Making crack sales picture perfection
Pursuing paper with a passion
Visions of prisons for all the
Pussies that I blasted
Running with criminals individuals
With no remorse try to stop me
My pistol posse's using 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 seeing cemetery photos of my peers
Conversating like they still here
If I die tonight

If I die tonight
Scare to die nigga, is ya, ha?
If I die tonight never fear, never worry
If I die tonight
Tonight's the night I get in some shit

Pussy and paper is poetry, power and pistols
Plotting on murdering motherfuckers 'fore
They get you
Pray to the Heaven's, 357's to the sky
And I hope I'm forgiven for
Thug livin' when I die
I wonder if Heaven got a
Ghetto for thug niggas
A stress free life and a
Spot for drug dealers
Pissing while practicing how to pimp
And be a playa
Overdose of a dick while drinking
Liquor when I lay her
Pistol whippin' these simps for
Being petrified and lame
Disrespecting the game
Praying for punishment and pain
Going insane, never die, I live eternal
Who shall I fear?
Don't shed a tear for me, nigga
I ain't happy here
I hope they bury me and send me to my rest
Headlines reading 'Murdered to death'
My last breath take a look
Picture a crook on his last stand
Motherfuckers don't understand if
I die tonight

Nigga, if I die tonight
No fear nigga, never worry if I die tonight
Bury me a motherfucking G
Closed casket fuck it if I die tonight
You know
Tonight's the night I get in some shit

Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder
Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder
Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder
Tonight's the night I get in some shit
Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder
Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder