If I Die 2Nite 2pac текст и слова песни

A coward dies a thousand deaths

A soldier dies but once


Verse One:


They say pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols

Plottin on murderin motherf**kers 'fore they get you

Picturin pitiful punk ni**az coppin pleas

Puffin weed as I position myself to clock G's

My enemies scatter in suicidal situations

Never to witness the wicked s**t that they was facin

Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches

Evadin the playa hatin tricks, while hittin switches

bi**hes is bad-mouth, cause ballin motherf**kers 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

ni**az is hot when I hit the block, what if I die tonight


Chorus:


If I die tonight (repeat 3X)

"Tonight's the night I get in some s**t" - Dr. Dre


Verse Two:


Polishin pistols prepare for battle pa*s the punk

When I get to poppin ni**az is droppin then they done

Callin the coroner come collect the f**kin corpse

He got it by killin we got the power bein boss

Revenge is the method we're never steppin keep a weapon close

Adversaries are overdosed over deadly notes

Jealous ni**az and broke bi**hes equal packed jails

Hit the block and fill your pockets makin crack sales

Picture perfection pursuin paper with a pa*sion

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 silly teary photos of my peers

Conversatin like they still here, if I die tonight


Chorus


Verse Three:


Pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols

Plottin on murderin motherf**kers '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 ni**az

A stress free life and a spot for drug dealers

Pissin while practicin how to pimp and be a playa

Overdose of a d**k, 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 ni**a 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

Motherf**kers don't understand, if I die tonight


Chorus