If I Die 2Nite

A coward dies a thousand deaths

A soldier dies but once

They say pussy and paper is poetry, power and pistols

Plotting on murdering motherfuckers 'fore they get you

Picturing pitiful punk ****, copping 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 facing

Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches

Evading the player hating tricks, while hitting switches

Bitches is bad-mouth, 'cause brawling motherfuckers is bold

But ya'll some hoes, the games 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 ducking the cops, I hit the weed as I'm clutching my glock

**** is hot when I hit the block, what if I die 2nite?

If I die 2nite

If I die 2nite

If I die 2nite

Tonight's the night I get in some shit

Polishing pistols, prepare for battle, pass the pump

When I get to popping, **** is dropping then they done

Calling the coroner, come collect the fucking corpse

He got it by killer, preoccupied with being boss

Revenge is the method, whenever stepping keep a weapon close

Adversaries are overdosed, over deadly notes

Jealous **** 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 cemetery photos of my peers

Conversatin' like they still here, if I die 2nite

If I die 2nite

Scared to die ****

Is ya, huh?

If I die 2nite

Never fear

If I die 2nite

Tonight's the night I get in some shit

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 living, when I die

I wonder if heaven got a ghetto for thug ****

A stress free life and a spot for drug dealers

Pissing while practicing how to pimp and be a player

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, live eternal, who shall I fear?

Don't shed a tear for me, ****, 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 2nite

****, if I die 2nite

No fear, ****

Never worry

If I die 2nite

Worry me a motherfuckin' G

Close casket, fuck it

And if I die 2nite

Tonight's the night I get in some shit

Kill, kill, kill

Murder, murder, murder

Kill, kill, kill

Murder, murder, murder

Kill, kill, kill

Murder, murder, murder

Tonight's the night I get in some shit

Kill, kill, kill

Murder, murder, murder

Kill, kill, kill

Murder, murder, murder