Christopher Jackson - 2Pac's “If I Die 2Nite” lyrics

A coward dies a thousand d**hs A soldier dies but once [Verse 1: 2Pac] They say p**y and paper is poetry power and pistols Plotting on murderin motherf**ers 'fore they get you Picturing pitiful punk n***as copping pleas Puffing weed as I position myself to clock G's My enemies scatter in suicidal situations Never to witness the wicked sh** that they was facin Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches Evading the playa hating tricks, while hitting switches b**hes is bad-mouth, cause brawlin motherf**ers is bold But y'all some hoes, the game should be sewed 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 n***as 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 sh** [Verse 2: 2Pac] Polishing pistols prepare for battle pa** the pump When I get to popping n***as is dropping then they done Calling the coroner come collect the f**ing corpse He got it by k**er, preoccuppied with being boss Revenge is the method, whenever steppin keep a weapon close Adversaries are overdosed over deadly notes Jealous n***as and broke b**hes equal packed jails Hit the block and fill your pockets making crack sales Picture perfection pursuing paper with a pa**ion 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] p**y and paper is poetry power and pistols Plotting on murdering motherf**ers '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 n***as 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 n***a 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 Motherf**ers don't understand, if I die tonight [Hook: 2Pac and Dr. Dre]