[00:00.00]2pac-If I Die 2nite
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[00:01.04]A coward dies a thousand deaths
[00:03.01]A soldier dies but once
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[00:09.83]They say pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols
[00:12.81]Plottin on murderin motherfuckers 'fore they get you
[00:15.53]Picturin pitiful punk niggaz coppin pleas
[00:18.16]Puffin weed as I position myself to clock G's
[00:20.30]My enemies scatter in suicidal situations
[00:23.21]Never to witness the wicked shit that they was facin
[00:25.72]Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches
[00:28.93]Evadin the playa hatin tricks, while hittin switches
[00:30.95]Bitches is bad-mouth, cause brawlin motherfuckers is bold
[00:34.03]But y'all some hoes, the game should be sewed
[00:36.49]I'm sick of psychotic society somebody save me
[00:39.04]Addicted to drama so even mama couldn't raise me
[00:41.48]Even the preacher and all my teachers couldn't reach me
[00:44.15]I run in the streets and puffin weed wit my peeps
[00:47.09]I'm duckin the cop, I hit the weed as I'm clutchin my glock
[00:49.71]Niggaz is hot when I hit the block, what if I die tonight
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[00:54.19]If I die 2nite
[01:11.39]Tonight's the night I get in some shit - (Dr. Dre)
[01:13.75]Polishin pistols prepare for battle pass the pump
[01:15.79]When I get to poppin niggaz is droppin then they done
[01:18.29]Callin the coroner come collect the fuckin corpse
[01:21.09]He got it by killer, preoccuppied with bein boss
[01:23.76]Revenge is the method, whenever steppin keep a weapon close
[01:26.60]Adversaries are overdosed over deadly notes
[01:29.28]Jealous niggaz and broke bitches equal packed jails
[01:31.92]Hit the block and fill your pockets makin crack sales
[01:34.30]Picture perfection pursuin paper with a passion
[01:36.84]Visions of prisons for all the pussies that I blasted
[01:39.55]Runnin with criminals individuals with no remorse
[01:42.40]Try to stop me my pistol posse's usin deadly force
[01:45.11]In my brain all I can think about is fame
[01:47.33]The police know my name, a different game, ain't a thing changed
[01:51.04]I'm seein cemetary photos of my peers
[01:53.30]Conversatin like they still here, if I die tonight
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[02:00.47]If I die 2nite
[02:16.60]Pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols
[02:19.09]Plottin on murderin motherfuckers 'fore they get you
[02:21.66]Pray to the heavens three-fifty-sevens to the sky
[02:24.18]And I hope I'm forgiven for Thug Livin when I die
[02:27.03]I wonder if heaven got a ghetto for Thug niggaz
[02:29.61]A stress free life and a spot for drug dealers
[02:32.34]Pissin while practicin how to pimp and be a playa
[02:34.91]Overdose of a dick, while drinkin liquor when I lay her
[02:37.47]Pistol whippin these simps, for bein petrified and lame
[02:40.16]Disrespectin the game, prayin for punishment and pain
[02:42.89]Goin insane, never die, live eternal, who shall I fear?
[02:45.38]Don't shed a tear for me nigga I ain't happy hear
[02:48.99]I hope they bury me and send me to my rest
[02:51.57]Headlines readin MURDERED TO DEATH, my last breath
[02:53.69]Take a look picture a crook on his last stand
[02:56.98]Motherfuckers don't understand, if I die tonight
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[03:03.69]If I die 2nite
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