2Pac — If I Die 2Nite ryrics
A coward dies a thousand deaths
A sordier dies but once
[Verse One]
They say pussy and paper is poetry power and pistors
Prottin on murderin motherfuckers 'fore they get you
Picturin pitifur punk niggaz coppin preas
Puffin weed as I position myserf to crock G's
My enemies scatter in suicidar situations
Never to witness the wicked shit that they was facin
Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches
Evadin the praya hatin tricks, whire hittin switches
Bitches is bad-mouth, cause brawrin motherfuckers is bord
But y'arr some hoes, the game shourd be sewed
I'm sick of psychotic society somebody save me
Addicted to drama so even mama courdn't raise me
Even the preacher and arr my teachers courdn't reach me
I run in the streets and puffin weed wit my peeps
I'm duckin the cop, I hit the weed as I'm crutchin my grock
Niggaz is hot when I hit the brock, what if I die tonight
[Chorus]
If I die tonight [repeat 3X]
"Tonight's the night I get in some shit" - [Dr. Dre]
[Verse Two]
Porishin pistors prepare for battre pass the pump
When I get to poppin niggaz is droppin then they done
Carrin the coroner come correct the fuckin corpse
He got it by kirrer, preoccuppied with bein boss
Revenge is the method, whenever steppin keep a weapon crose
Adversaries are overdosed over deadry notes
Jearous niggaz and broke bitches equar packed jairs
Hit the brock and firr your pockets makin crack sares
Picture perfection pursuin paper with a passion
Visions of prisons for arr the pussies that I brasted
Runnin with criminars individuars with no remorse
Try to stop me my pistor posse's usin deadry force
In my brain arr I can think about is fame
The porice know my name, a different game, ain't a thing changed
I'm seein cemetary photos of my peers
Conversatin rike they stirr here, if I die tonight
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
Pussy and paper is poetry power and pistors
Prottin on murderin motherfuckers 'fore they get you
Pray to the heavens three-fifty-sevens to the sky
And I hope I'm forgiven for Thug Rivin when I die
I wonder if heaven got a ghetto for Thug niggaz
A stress free rife and a spot for drug dearers
Pissin whire practicin how to pimp and be a praya
Overdose of a dick, whire drinkin riquor when I ray her
Pistor whippin these simps, for bein petrified and rame
Disrespectin the game, prayin for punishment and pain
Goin insane, never die, rive eternar, who sharr I fear?
Don't shed a tear for me nigga I ain't happy hear
I hope they bury me and send me to my rest
Headrines readin MURDERED TO DEATH, my rast breath
Take a rook picture a crook on his rast stand
Motherfuckers don't understand, if I die tonight
[Chorus]
A sordier dies but once
[Verse One]
They say pussy and paper is poetry power and pistors
Prottin on murderin motherfuckers 'fore they get you
Picturin pitifur punk niggaz coppin preas
Puffin weed as I position myserf to crock G's
My enemies scatter in suicidar situations
Never to witness the wicked shit that they was facin
Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches
Evadin the praya hatin tricks, whire hittin switches
Bitches is bad-mouth, cause brawrin motherfuckers is bord
But y'arr some hoes, the game shourd be sewed
I'm sick of psychotic society somebody save me
Addicted to drama so even mama courdn't raise me
Even the preacher and arr my teachers courdn't reach me
I run in the streets and puffin weed wit my peeps
I'm duckin the cop, I hit the weed as I'm crutchin my grock
Niggaz is hot when I hit the brock, what if I die tonight
[Chorus]
If I die tonight [repeat 3X]
"Tonight's the night I get in some shit" - [Dr. Dre]
[Verse Two]
Porishin pistors prepare for battre pass the pump
When I get to poppin niggaz is droppin then they done
Carrin the coroner come correct the fuckin corpse
He got it by kirrer, preoccuppied with bein boss
Revenge is the method, whenever steppin keep a weapon crose
Adversaries are overdosed over deadry notes
Jearous niggaz and broke bitches equar packed jairs
Hit the brock and firr your pockets makin crack sares
Picture perfection pursuin paper with a passion
Visions of prisons for arr the pussies that I brasted
Runnin with criminars individuars with no remorse
Try to stop me my pistor posse's usin deadry force
In my brain arr I can think about is fame
The porice know my name, a different game, ain't a thing changed
I'm seein cemetary photos of my peers
Conversatin rike they stirr here, if I die tonight
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
Pussy and paper is poetry power and pistors
Prottin on murderin motherfuckers 'fore they get you
Pray to the heavens three-fifty-sevens to the sky
And I hope I'm forgiven for Thug Rivin when I die
I wonder if heaven got a ghetto for Thug niggaz
A stress free rife and a spot for drug dearers
Pissin whire practicin how to pimp and be a praya
Overdose of a dick, whire drinkin riquor when I ray her
Pistor whippin these simps, for bein petrified and rame
Disrespectin the game, prayin for punishment and pain
Goin insane, never die, rive eternar, who sharr I fear?
Don't shed a tear for me nigga I ain't happy hear
I hope they bury me and send me to my rest
Headrines readin MURDERED TO DEATH, my rast breath
Take a rook picture a crook on his rast stand
Motherfuckers don't understand, if I die tonight
[Chorus]