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"A coward dies a thousand deaths, a soldier dies but once"
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(Tonight's the night I get in some shit)
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They say pussy and paper is poetry, power, and pistols
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Plottin' on murderin' motherfuckers before they get you
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Picturin' pitiful punk niggas coppin' pleas
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Puffin' weed as I position myself to clock Gs
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My enemies scatter in suicidal situations
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Never the witness to 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 badmouthin', cuz ballin' motherfuckers is bold
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but trust me holms, the game should be sold
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Sick of pscyhotic 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 with my peeps
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I'm duckin' the cops, I hit the weed as I'm clutchin' my glock
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Niggas is hot when I hit the block, but if I die tonite
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Chorus
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If I die 2nite
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If I die 2nite
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If I die 2nite
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2nite's the night I get in some shit
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Polishin' pistols, prepare for battle, pass the pump
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When I get to poppin', niggas is droppin', then they done
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Callin' the coroner, come collect the fuckin' corpse
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He got hit by a killer, preoccupied with bein boss
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Revenge is the method, whenever steppin', keep a weapon close
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Adversaries will overdose over deadly notes
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Jealous niggas 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 prison where all the pussies that I blasted
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Running with criminal, individuals with no remorse
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Try to stop me, my pistol possee using 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 seeing cemetary photos of my peers
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Conversatin' like they still here, if I die tonite
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Chorus
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If I die 2nite
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Scared to die nigga, is ya?
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If I die 2nite
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Never fear, never will I fear
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If I die 2nite
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2nite's the night I get in some shit
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Pussy and paper is poetry, power, and pistols
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Plottin on murderin motherfuckers before they get you
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Pray to the heavens, .357s 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's got a ghetto for thug niggas
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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 player
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Overdose of a dick while drinking liquor when I lay yah
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Pistol-whippin any simps, for bein petrified and lame
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Disrespecting the game, praying for punishment and pain
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Going insane, never die, I live eternal, who shall I fear?
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Don't shed a tear for me nigga, I ain't happy here
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I hope they bury me and send me to my rest
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Headlines reading 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 tonite
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Chorus
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Nigga
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If I die 2nite
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No fear nigga, never worry
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If I die 2nite
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Bury me a motherfuckin G, closed casket, fuck death
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If I die 2nite
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You know
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Killer, killer, killer
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Murder, murder, murder
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(Repeat two lines til fade)
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If I Die 2Nite
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Tupac Shakur |