If I Die 2nite

A coward dies a thousand deaths<br>A soldier dies but once<br><br>[Verse One]<br>They say pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols<br>Plottin on murderin motherfuckers `fore they get you<br>Picturin pitiful punk niggaz coppin pleas<br>Puffin weed as I position myself to clock G`s<br>My enemies scatter in suicidal situations<br>Never to witness the wicked shit that they was facin<br>Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches<br>Evadin the playa hatin tricks, while hittin switches<br>Bitches is bad-mouth, cause brawlin motherfuckers is bold<br>But y`all some hoes, the game should be sewed<br>I`m sick of psychotic society somebody save me<br>Addicted to drama so even mama couldn`t raise me<br>Even the preacher and all my teachers couldn`t reach me<br>I run in the streets and puffin weed wit my peeps<br>I`m duckin the cop, I hit the weed as I`m clutchin my glock<br>Niggaz is hot when I hit the block, what if I die tonight<br><br>[Chorus]<br>If I die tonight (repeat 3X)<br>"Tonight`s the night I get in some shit" -> Dr. Dre<br><br>[Verse Two]<br>Polishin pistols prepare for battle pass the pump<br>When I get to poppin niggaz is droppin then they done<br>Callin the coroner come collect the fuckin corpse<br>He got it by killer, preoccuppied with bein boss<br>Revenge is the method, whenever steppin keep a weapon close<br>Adversaries are overdosed over deadly notes<br>Jealous niggaz and broke bitches equal packed jails<br>Hit the block and fill your pockets makin crack sales<br>Picture perfection pursuin paper with a passion<br>Visions of prisons for all the pussies that I blasted<br>Runnin with criminals individuals with no remorse<br>Try to stop me my pistol posse`s usin deadly force<br>In my brain all I can think about is fame<br>The police know my name, a different game, ain`t a thing changed<br>I`m seein cemetary photos of my peers<br>Conversatin like they still here, if I die tonight<br><br>Chorus<br><br>[Verse Three]<br>Pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols<br>Plottin on murderin motherfuckers `fore they get you<br>Pray to the heavens three-fifty-sevens to the sky<br>And I hope I`m forgiven for Thug Livin when I die<br>I wonder if heaven got a ghetto for Thug niggaz<br>A stress free life and a spot for drug dealers<br>Pissin while practicin how to pimp and be a playa<br>Overdose of a dick, while drinkin liquor when I lay her<br>Pistol whippin these simps, for bein petrified and lame<br>Disrespectin the game, prayin for punishment and pain<br>Goin insane, never die, live eternal, who shall I fear?<br>Don`t shed a tear for me nigga I ain`t happy hear<br>I hope they bury me and send me to my rest<br>Headlines readin MURDERED TO DEATH, my last breath<br>Take a look picture a crook on his last stand<br>Motherfuckers don`t understand, if I die tonight<br><br>Chorus