"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







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