If I Die 2Nite

[Produced by Easy Mo Bee] [Intro] A coward dies a thousand deaths A soldier dies but once [Verse 1: 2Pac] They say pussy and paper is poetry, power and pistols Plotting on murderin motherfuckers 'fore they get you Picturing pitiful punk niggas copping pleas Puffing 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 Evading the playa hating tricks, while hitting switches Bitches is bad-mouth, cause brawlin motherfuckers is bold But charge them hoes; the game should be sold The sickest 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 puffing weed wit my peeps I'm ducking the cops, I hit the weed as I'm clutching my Glock Niggas is hot when I hit the block, what if I die tonight [Hook: 2Pac and Dr. Dre] [2Pac] If I die tonight (repeat 3X) [Dr.Dre] Tonight's the night I get in some shit [Verse 2: 2Pac] Polish your pistols, prepare for battle, pass the pump When I get to popping niggas is dropping then they done Calling the coroner come collect the fucking corpse He got hit by a killer, preoccupied with being boss Revenge is the method, whenever steppin keep a weapon close Adversaries are overdosed over deadly notes Jealous niggas and broke bitches equal packed jails Hit the block and fill your pockets making crack sales Picture perfection pursuing paper with a passion Visions of prisons for all the pussies that I blasted Running with criminals individuals with no remorse Try to stop me my pistol posse's using 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 seeing cemetary photos of my peers Conversating like they still here, if I die tonight [Hook: 2Pac and Dr. Dre] [Verse 3: 2Pac] Pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols Plotting on murdering 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 niggas A stress free life and a spot for drug dealers Pissing while practicing how to pimp and be a playa Overdose of a dick, while drinking liquor when I lay her Pistol whipping these simps, for being petrified and lame Disrespecting the game, praying for punishment and pain Going insane, never die, I live eternal, who shall I fear? Don't shed a tear for me nigga I ain't happy here 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 [Hook: 2Pac and Dr. Dre]