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"If I Die 2Nite" 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
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