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  • Me Against The World
  • So Many Tears
  • Dear Mama
  • If I Die 2Nite
  • Young Niggaz
  • Heavy In The Game
  • Lord Knows
  • It Ain''t Easy
  • Can U Get Away
  • Old School
  • Fuck The World
  • Death Around The Corner
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  • Artists > 2pac > Me Against The World > If I Die 2Nite




    A coward dies a thousand deaths

    A soldier dies but once



    [Verse One]

    They say pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols

    Plottin on murderin motherfuckers ''fore they get you

    Picturin pitiful punk niggaz coppin pleas

    Puffin weed as I position myself to clock G''s

    My enemies scatter in suicidal situations

    Never to witness the wicked shit that they was facin

    Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches

    Evadin the playa hatin tricks, while hittin switches

    Bitches is bad-mouth, cause brawlin motherfuckers is bold

    But y''all some hoes, the game should be sewed

    I''m sick of psychotic 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 wit my peeps

    I''m duckin the cop, I hit the weed as I''m clutchin my glock

    Niggaz is hot when I hit the block, what if I die tonight



    [Chorus]

    If I die tonight [repeat 3X]

    ~Tonight''s the night I get in some shit~ - [Dr. Dre]



    [Verse Two]

    Polishin pistols prepare for battle pass the pump

    When I get to poppin niggaz is droppin then they done

    Callin the coroner come collect the fuckin corpse

    He got it by killer, preoccuppied with bein boss

    Revenge is 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 I blasted

    Runnin with criminals individuals with no remorse

    Try to stop me my pistol posse''s usin 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 seein cemetary photos of my peers

    Conversatin like they still here, if I die tonight



    [Chorus]



    [Verse Three]

    Pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols

    Plottin on murderin motherfuckers ''fore they get you

    Pray to the heavens three-fifty-sevens to the sky

    And I hope I''m forgiven for Thug Livin when I die

    I wonder if 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 I lay her

    Pistol whippin these simps, for bein petrified and lame

    Disrespectin the game, prayin for punishment and pain

    Goin insane, never die, live eternal, who shall I fear


    Don''t shed a tear for me nigga I ain''t happy hear

    I 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 don''t understand, if I die tonight



    [Chorus]