2 PAC - If I Die 2nite lyrics
rate meA coward dies a thousand deaths, a soldier dies but once<br><br>(tonight's the night I get in some shit)<br><br>They say pussy and paper is poetry, power, and pistols<br>Plottin' on murderin' motherfuckers before they get you<br>Picturin' pitiful punk niggas coppin' pleas<br>Puffin' weed as I position myself to clock gs<br>My enemies scatter in suicidal situations<br>Never the witness to wicked shit that they was facin'<br>Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches<br>Evadin' the playa-hatin tricks, while hittin switches<br>Bitches is badmouthin', cuz ballin' motherfuckers is bold<br>But trust me holms, the game should be sold<br>Sick of pscyhotic society, somebody save me<br>Addicted to drama, so even mama couldn't raise me<br>Even the preacher and all my teachers couldn't reach me<br>I run in the streets and puffin' weed with my peeps<br>I'm duckin' the cops, I hit the weed as I'm clutchin' my glock<br>Niggas is hot when I hit the block, but if I die tonite<br><br><br>Chorus<br>If I die 2nite<br>If I die 2nite<br>If I die 2nite<br>2nite's the night I get in some shit<br><br>Polishin' pistols, prepare for battle, pass the pump<br>When I get to poppin', niggas is droppin', then they done<br>Callin' the coroner, come collect the fuckin' corpse<br>He got hit by a killer, preoccupied with bein boss<br>Revenge is the method, whenever steppin', keep a weapon close<br>Adversaries will overdose over deadly notes<br>Jealous niggas and broke bitches equal packed jails<br>Hit the block and fill your pockets makin' crack sales<br>Picture perfection pursuin' paper with a passion<br>Visions of prison where all the pussies that I blasted<br>Running with criminal, individuals with no remorse<br>Try to stop me, my pistol possee using deadly force<br>In my brain, all I can think about is fame<br>The police know my name, a different game, ain't a thing changed<br>I'm seeing cemetary photos of my peers<br>Conversatin' like they still here, if I die tonite<br><br><br>Chorus<br>If I die 2nite<br>Scared to die nigga, is ya? <br>If I die 2nite<br>Never fear, never will I fear<br>If I die 2nite<br>2nite's the night I get in some shit<br><br>Pussy and paper is poetry, power, and pistols<br>Plottin on murderin motherfuckers before they get you<br>Pray to the heavens, .357s to the sky<br>And I hope I'm forgiven for thug livin when I die<br>I wonder if heaven's got a ghetto for thug niggas<br>A stress free life, and a spot for drug dealers<br>Pissin while practicin' how to pimp and be a player<br>Overdose of a dick while drinking liquor when I lay yah<br>Pistol-whippin any simps, for bein petrified and lame<br>Disrespecting the game, praying for punishment and pain<br>Going insane, never die, I live eternal, who shall I fear? <br>Don't shed a tear for me nigga, I ain't happy here<br>I hope they bury me and send me to my rest<br>Headlines reading murdered to death, my last breath<br>Take a look, picture a crook, on his last stand<br>Motherfuckers don't understand, if I die tonite<br><br><br>Chorus<br>Nigga<br>If I die 2nite<br>No fear nigga, never worry<br>If I die 2nite<br>Bury me a motherfuckin g, closed casket, fuck death<br>If I die 2nite<br>You know<br><br>Killer, killer, killer<br>Murder, murder, murder<br><br>(repeat two lines til fade)
