andquot;a coward dies a thousand deaths, a soldier dies but onceandquot;
(tonightand's the night i get in some shit)
they say pussy and paper is poetry, power, and pistols
plottinand' on murderinand' motherfuckers before they get you
picturinand' pitiful punk niggas coppinand' pleas
puffinand' weed as i position myself to clock gs
my enemies scatter in suicidal situations
never the witness to wicked shit that they was facinand'
pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches
evadinand' the playa-hatin tricks, while hittin switches
bitches is badmouthinand', cuz ballinand' 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 couldnand't raise me
even the preacher and all my teachers couldnand't reach me
i run in the streets and puffinand' weed with my peeps
iand'm duckinand' the cops, i hit the weed as iand'm clutchinand' 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
2niteand's the night i get in some shit
polishinand' pistols, prepare for battle, pass the pump
when i get to poppinand', niggas is droppinand', then they done
callinand' the coroner, come collect the fuckinand' corpse
he got hit by a killer, preoccupied with bein boss
revenge is the method, whenever steppinand', 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 makinand' crack sales
picture perfection pursuinand' 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, ainand't a thing changed
iand'm seeing cemetary photos of my peers
conversatinand' 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
2niteand'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 iand'm forgiven for thug livin when i die
i wonder if heavenand's got a ghetto for thug niggas
a stress free life, and a spot for drug dealers
pissin while practicinand' 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?
donand't shed a tear for me nigga, i ainand'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 donand'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)
