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If I Die 2Nite lyrics coward dies a thousand deaths soldier dies but once [Verse One] They say [bad word] and paper is poetry power and pistols Plottin on murderin [bad word] '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 [bad word] that they was facin Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches Evadin the playa hatin tricks, while hittin switches [bad word] is bad-mouth, cause brawlin [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] If I die tonight [repeat 3X] "Tonight's the night I get in some [bad word] quot; - [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 [bad word] collect the [bad word] 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 [bad word] equal packed jails [From: [bad word] /www.elyrics.net/read/0-9/2pac-lyrics/if-i-die-2Nite-lyrics.html ] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] [Verse Three] [bad word] and paper is poetry power and pistols Plottin on murderin [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 niggaz stress free life and a spot for [bad word] dealers [bad word] while practicin how to pimp and be a playa Overdose of a [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] don't understand, if I die tonight