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 - Composers:
 - Shakur
 - Durham
 
- Genres:
 - Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
 - gangsta rap
 - party
 - rap
 - west coast rap
 
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2Pac - If I Die 2Nite lyrics
A coward dies a thousand deaths
 A soldier dies but once
They say pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols
 Plottin' on murderin' motherfuckers 'fore they get you
 Picturin' pitiful punk niggaz coppin' please
 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 2night
If I die 2night, if I die 2night, if I die 2night
 Tonight's the night, I get in some shit
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, preoccupied 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
 2Pac - If I Die 2Nite - http://motolyrics.com/2pac/if-i-die-2nite-lyrics.html
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' cemetery photos of my peers
 Conversatin' like they still here, if I die 2night
If I die 2night, if I die tonight, if I die 2night
 Tonight's the night, I get in some shit
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 2night
If I die 2night, if I die 2night, if I die 2night
 Tonight's the night, I get in some shit













