2 Pac - If I Die 2nite Lyrics
A coward dies a thousand deaths, a soldier dies but once(tonights the night I get in some shit)They say ***** and paper is poetry, power, and pistolsPlottin on murderin mother*****ers before they get youPicturin pitiful punk niggas coppin pleasPuffin weed as I position myself to clock gsMy enemies scatter in suicidal situationsNever the witness to wicked shit that they was facinPockets is packed with presidents, pursue your richesEvadin the playa-hatin tricks, while hittin switches*****es is badmouthin, cuz ballin mother*****ers is boldBut trust me holms, the game should be soldSick of pscyhotic society, somebody save meAddicted to drama, so even mama couldnt raise meEven the preacher and all my teachers couldnt reach meI run in the streets and puffin weed with my peepsIm duckin the cops, I hit the weed as Im clutchin my glockNiggas is hot when I hit the block, but if I die toniteChorusIf I die 2niteIf I die 2niteIf I die 2nite2nites the night I get in some shitPolishin pistols, prepare for battle, pass the pumpWhen I get to poppin, niggas is droppin, then they doneCallin the coroner, come collect the *****in corpseHe got hit by a killer, preoccupied with bein bossRevenge is the method, whenever steppin, keep a weapon closeAdversaries will overdose over deadly notesJealous niggas and broke *****es equal packed jailsHit the block and fill your pockets makin crack salesPicture perfection pursuin paper with a passionVisions of prison where all the pussies that I blastedRunning with criminal, individuals with no remorseTry to stop me, my pistol possee using deadly forceIn my brain, all I can think about is fameThe police know my name, a different game, aint a thing changedIm seeing cemetary photos of my peersConversatin like they still here, if I die toniteChorusIf I die 2niteScared to die nigga, is ya?If I die 2niteNever fear, never will I fearIf I die 2nite2nites the night I get in some shit***** and paper is poetry, power, and pistolsPlottin on murderin mother*****ers before they get youPray to the heavens, .357s to the skyAnd I hope Im forgiven for thug livin when I dieI wonder if heavens got a ghetto for thug niggasA stress free life, and a spot for drug dealersPissin while practicin how to pimp and be a playerOverdose of a dick while drinking liquor when I lay yahPistol-whippin any simps, for bein petrified and lameDisrespecting the game, praying for punishment and painGoing insane, never die, I live eternal, who shall I fear?Dont shed a tear for me nigga, I aint happy hereI hope they bury me and send me to my restHeadlines reading murdered to death, my last breathTake a look, picture a crook, on his last standMother*****ers dont understand, if I die toniteChorusNiggaIf I die 2niteNo fear nigga, never worryIf I die 2niteBury me a mother*****in g, closed casket, ***** deathIf I die 2niteYou knowKiller, killer, killerMurder, murder, murder(repeat two lines til fade)
