A coward dies a thousand deaths
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A soldier dies but once
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[Verse One]
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They say pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols
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Plottin on murderin motherfuckers 'fore they get you
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Picturin pitiful punk niggaz coppin pleas
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Puffin weed as I position myself to clock G's
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My enemies scatter in suicidal situations
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Never to witness the wicked shit that they was facin
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Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches
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Evadin the playa hatin tricks, while hittin switches
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Bitches is bad-mouth, cause brawlin motherfuckers is bold
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But y'all some hoes, the game should be sewed
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I'm sick of psychotic society somebody save me
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Addicted to drama so even mama couldn't raise me
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Even the preacher and all my teachers couldn't reach me
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I run in the streets and puffin weed wit my peeps
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I'm duckin the cop, I hit the weed as I'm clutchin my glock
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Niggaz is hot when I hit the block, what if I die tonight
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[Chorus]
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If I die tonight (repeat 3X)
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"Tonight's the night I get in some shit" -> Dr. Dre
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[Verse Two]
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Polishin pistols prepare for battle pass the pump
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When I get to poppin niggaz is droppin then they done
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Callin the coroner come collect the fuckin corpse
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He got it by killer, preoccuppied with bein boss
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Revenge is the method, whenever steppin keep a weapon close
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Adversaries are overdosed over deadly notes
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Jealous niggaz and broke bitches equal packed jails
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Hit the block and fill your pockets makin crack sales
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Picture perfection pursuin paper with a passion
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Visions of prisons for all the pussies that I blasted
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Runnin with criminals individuals with no remorse
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Try to stop me my pistol posse's usin deadly force
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In my brain all I can think about is fame
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The police know my name, a different game, ain't a thing changed
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I'm seein cemetary photos of my peers
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Conversatin like they still here, if I die tonight
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Chorus
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[Verse Three]
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Pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols
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Plottin on murderin motherfuckers 'fore they get you
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Pray to the heavens three-fifty-sevens to the sky
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And I hope I'm forgiven for Thug Livin when I die
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I wonder if heaven got a ghetto for Thug niggaz
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A stress free life and a spot for drug dealers
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Pissin while practicin how to pimp and be a playa
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Overdose of a dick, while drinkin liquor when I lay her
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Pistol whippin these simps, for bein petrified and lame
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Disrespectin the game, prayin for punishment and pain
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Goin insane, never die, live eternal, who shall I fear?
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Don't shed a tear for me nigga I ain't happy hear
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I hope they bury me and send me to my rest
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Headlines readin MURDERED TO DEATH, my last breath
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Take a look picture a crook on his last stand
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Motherfuckers don't understand, if I die tonight
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Chorus
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If I Die 2Nite
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| 2Pac |
