[Produced by Easy Mo Bee]

[Intro]
coward dies a thousand deaths
soldier dies but once

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
They say [bad word] and paper is poetry, power and pistols
Plotting on murderin [bad word] '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 [bad word] that they was facin
Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches
Evading the playa hating tricks, while hitting switches [bad word] is bad-mouth, cause brawlin [bad word] is bold
But charge them hoes; the game should be sold
The sickest 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 [bad word] in the streets and puffing weed wit my peeps
I'm ducking the cops, I hit the weed as I'm clutching my Glock
Niggas is hot when I hit the block, what if I die tonight

[Hook: 2Pac and Dr. Dre]
[2Pac]
If I die tonight (repeat 3X)
[Dr.Dre]
Tonight's the night I get in some [bad word] 
[Verse 2: 2Pac]
Polish your pistols, prepare for battle, pass the pump
When I get to popping niggas is dropping then they done
Calling the [bad word] collect the [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 cemetary photos of my peers
Conversating like they still here, if I die tonight

[Hook: 2Pac and Dr. Dre]

[Verse 3: 2Pac] [bad word] and paper is poetry power and pistols
Plotting on murdering [bad word] '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 niggas
stress free life and a spot for [bad word] dealers [bad word] while practicing how to pimp and be a playa
Overdose of a [bad word]  while drinking liquor when I lay her
Pistol whipping 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 [bad word] I ain't happy here
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 [bad word] don't understand, if I die tonight