If I Die 2Nite |
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If I Die 2Nite Lyrics |
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 A coward dies a thousand deaths, a soldier dies but once" (Tonight`s the night I get in some shit) They say pussy and paper is poetry, power, and pistols Plottin` on murderin` motherfuckers before they get you Picturin` pitiful punk niggas coppin` pleas Puffin` weed as I position myself to clock Gs My enemies scatter in suicidal situations Never the witness to wicked shit that they was facin` Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches Evadin` the playa-hatin tricks, while hittin switches Bitches is badmouthin`, cuz ballin` motherfuckers is bold but trust me holms, the game should be sold Sick of pscyhotic 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 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, but if I die tonite Chorus If I die 2nite If I die 2nite If I die 2nite 2nite`s the night I get in some shit Polishin` pistols, prepare for battle, pass the pump When I get to poppin`, niggas is droppin`, then they done Callin` the coroner, come collect the fuckin` corpse He got hit by a killer, preoccupied with bein boss Revenge is the method, whenever steppin`, keep a weapon close Adversaries will overdose over deadly notes Jealous niggas and broke bitches equal packed jails Hit the block and fill your pockets makin` crack sales Picture perfection pursuin` paper with a passion Visions of prison where all the pussies that I blasted Running with criminal, individuals with no remorse Try to stop me, my pistol possee 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 Conversatin` like they still here, if I die tonite Chorus If I die 2nite Scared to die nigga, is ya? If I die 2nite Never fear, never will I fear If I die 2nite 2nite`s the night I get in some shit Pussy and paper is poetry, power, and pistols Plottin on murderin motherfuckers before they get you Pray to the heavens, .357s to the sky And I hope I`m forgiven for Thug livin when I die I wonder if heaven`s got a ghetto for thug niggas A stress free life, and a spot for drug dealers Pissin while practicin` how to pimp and be a player Overdose of a dick while drinking liquor when I lay yah Pistol-whippin any simps, for bein 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 tonite Chorus Nigga If I die 2nite No fear nigga, never worry If I die 2nite Bury me a motherfuckin G, closed casket, fuck death If I die 2nite You know Killer, killer, killer Murder, murder, murder (Repeat two lines til fade |
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