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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)