A coward dies a thousand deaths, a soldier dies but once"



(Tonight's the night I get in some shit)





They say pussy and paper is poetry, power, and pistols

Plottin' on murderin' motherfuckers before they get you

Picturin' pitiful punk niggas coppin' pleas

Puffin' weed as I position myself to clock Gs

My enemies scatter in suicidal situations

Never the witness to wicked shit that they was facin'

Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches

Evadin' the playa-hatin tricks, while hittin switches

Bitches is badmouthin', cuz ballin' motherfuckers is bold

but trust me holms, the game should be sold

Sick of pscyhotic 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 with my peeps

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

Niggas is hot when I hit the block, but if I die tonite Chorus

If I die 2nite

If I die 2nite

If I die 2nite

2nite's the night I get in some shit





Polishin' pistols, prepare for battle, pass the pump

When I get to poppin', niggas is droppin', then they done

Callin' the coroner, come collect the fuckin' corpse

He got hit by a killer, preoccupied with bein boss

Revenge is the method, whenever steppin', keep a weapon close

Adversaries will overdose over deadly notes

Jealous niggas 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 prison where all the pussies that I blasted

Running with criminal, individuals with no remorse

Try to stop me, my pistol possee 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

Conversatin' like they still here, if I die tonite Chorus

If I die 2nite

Scared to die nigga, is ya?

If I die 2nite

Never fear, never will I fear

If I die 2nite

2nite's the night I get in some shit





Pussy and paper is poetry, power, and pistols

Plottin on murderin motherfuckers before they get you

Pray to the heavens, .357s to the sky

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

I wonder if heaven's got a ghetto for thug niggas

A stress free life, and a spot for drug dealers

Pissin while practicin' how to pimp and be a player

Overdose of a dick while drinking liquor when I lay yah

Pistol-whippin any simps, for bein 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 reading Murdered to Death, my last breath

Take a look, picture a crook, on his last stand

Motherfuckers don't understand, if I die tonite







Chorus

Nigga

If I die 2nite

No fear nigga, never worry

If I die 2nite

Bury me a motherfuckin G, closed casket, fuck death

If I die 2nite

You know





Killer, killer, killer

Murder, murder, murder





(Repeat two lines til fade