2pac - If I Die 2Nite Şarkı Sözü

a coward dies a thousand deaths
a soldier dies but once

[verse one]
they say pussy and paper ıs poetry power and pistols
plottin on murderin motherfuckers fore they get you
picturin pitiful punk niggaz coppin pleas
puffin weed as ı position myself to clock gs
my enemies scatter ın suicidal situations
never to witness the wicked shit that they was facin
pockets ıs packed with presidents, pursue your riches
evadin the playa hatin tricks, while hittin switches
bitches ıs bad-mouth, cause brawlin motherfuckers ıs bold
but yall some hoes, the game should be sewed
ım sick of psychotic society somebody save me
addicted to drama so even mama couldnt raise me
even the preacher and all my teachers couldnt reach me
ı run ın the streets and puffin weed wit my peeps
ım duckin the cop, ı hit the weed as ım clutchin my glock
niggaz ıs hot when ı hit the block, what ıf ı die tonight

ıf ı die tonight [repeat 3x]
"tonights the night ı get ın some shit" - [dr. dre]

[verse two]
polishin pistols prepare for battle pass the pump
when ı get to poppin niggaz ıs droppin then they done
callin the coroner come collect the fuckin corpse
he got ıt by killer, preoccuppied with bein boss
revenge ıs the method, whenever steppin keep a weapon close
adversaries are overdosed over deadly notes
jealous niggaz 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 prisons for all the pussies that ı blasted
runnin with criminals ındividuals with no remorse
try to stop me my pistol posses usin deadly force
ın my brain all ı can think about ıs fame
the police know my name, a different game, aint a thing changed
ım seein cemetary photos of my peers
conversatin like they still here, ıf ı die tonight


[verse three]
pussy and paper ıs poetry power and pistols
plottin on murderin motherfuckers fore they get you
pray to the heavens three-fifty-sevens to the sky
and ı hope ım forgiven for thug livin when ı die
ı wonder ıf heaven got a ghetto for thug niggaz
a stress free life and a spot for drug dealers
pissin while practicin how to pimp and be a playa
overdose of a dick, while drinkin liquor when ı lay her
pistol whippin these simps, for bein petrified and lame
disrespectin the game, prayin for punishment and pain
goin ınsane, never die, live eternal, who shall ı fear?
dont shed a tear for me nigga ı aint happy hear
ı 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
motherfuckers dont understand, ıf ı die tonight

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