if i die 2nite lyrics – 2pac

“a coward dies a thousand deaths, a soldier dies but once”

(tonight’s the night i get in some sh*t)

they say p*ssy and paper is poetry, power, and pistols
plottin’ on murderin’ motherf*ckers before they get you
picturin’ pitiful punk n*gg*s coppin’ pleas
puffin’ weed as i position myself to clock gs
my enemies scatter in suicidal situations
never the witness to wicked sh*t that they was facin’
pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches
evadin’ the playa-hatin tricks, while hittin switches
b*tches is badmouthin’, cuz ballin’ motherf*ckers 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
n*gg*s is hot when i hit the block, but if i die tonite

if i die 2nite
if i die 2nite
if i die 2nite
2nite’s the night i get in some sh*t

polishin’ pistols, prepare for battle, p*ss the pump
when i get to poppin’, n*gg*s is droppin’, then they done
callin’ the coroner, come collect the f*ckin’ 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 n*gg*s and broke b*tches equal packed jails
hit the block and fill your pockets makin’ crack sales
picture perfection pursuin’ paper with a p*ssion
visions of prison where all the p*ss*es 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

if i die 2nite
scared to die n*gg*, is ya?
if i die 2nite
never fear, never will i fear
if i die 2nite
2nite’s the night i get in some sh*t

p*ssy and paper is poetry, power, and pistols
plottin on murderin motherf*ckers 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 n*gg*s
a stress free life, and a spot for drug dealers
p*ssin while practicin’ how to pimp and be a player
overdose of a d*ck 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 n*gg*, 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
motherf*ckers don’t understand, if i die tonite

if i die 2nite
no fear n*gg*, never worry
if i die 2nite
bury me a motherf*ckin g, closed casket, f*ck death
if i die 2nite
you know

killer, killer, killer
murder, murder, murder

(repeat two lines til fade)

/ 2pac lyrics