If I Die 2Nite 2Pac

A coward dies a thousand deaths A soldier dies but once 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