A coward dies a thousand deaths<br />A soldier dies but once<br /><br /><em>[Verse One]<br />They say pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols<br />Plottin on murderin motherfuckers 'fore they get you<br />Picturin pitiful punk niggaz coppin pleas<br />Puffin weed as I position myself to clock G's<br />My enemies scatter in suicidal situations<br />Never to witness the wicked shit that they was facin<br />Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches<br />Evadin the playa hatin tricks, while hittin switches<br />Bitches is bad-mouth, cause brawlin motherfuckers is bold<br />But y'all some hoes, the game should be sewed<br />I'm sick of psychotic society somebody save me<br />Addicted to drama so even mama couldn't raise me<br />Even the preacher and all my teachers couldn't reach me<br />I run in the streets and puffin weed wit my peeps<br />I'm duckin the cop, I hit the weed as I'm clutchin my glock<br />Niggaz is hot when I hit the block, what if I die tonight<br /><br /><em>[Chorus]<br />If I die tonight <em>[repeat 3X]<br />"Tonight's the night I get in some shit" - <em>[Dr. Dre]<br /><br /><em>[Verse Two]<br />Polishin pistols prepare for battle pass the pump<br />When I get to poppin niggaz is droppin then they done<br />Callin the coroner come collect the fuckin corpse<br />He got it by killer, preoccuppied with bein boss<br />Revenge is the method, whenever steppin keep a weapon close<br />Adversaries are overdosed over deadly notes<br />Jealous niggaz and broke bitches equal packed jails<br />Hit the block and fill your pockets makin crack sales<br />Picture perfection pursuin paper with a passion<br />Visions of prisons for all the pussies that I blasted<br />Runnin with criminals individuals with no remorse<br />Try to stop me my pistol posse's usin deadly force<br />In my brain all I can think about is fame<br />The police know my name, a different game, ain't a thing changed<br />I'm seein cemetary photos of my peers<br />Conversatin like they still here, if I die tonight<br /><br /><em>[Chorus]<br /><br /><em>[Verse Three]<br />Pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols<br />Plottin on murderin motherfuckers 'fore they get you<br />Pray to the heavens three-fifty-sevens to the sky<br />And I hope I'm forgiven for Thug Livin when I die<br />I wonder if heaven got a ghetto for Thug niggaz<br />A stress free life and a spot for drug dealers<br />Pissin while practicin how to pimp and be a playa<br />Overdose of a dick, while drinkin liquor when I lay her<br />Pistol whippin these simps, for bein petrified and lame<br />Disrespectin the game, prayin for punishment and pain<br />Goin insane, never die, live eternal, who shall I fear?<br />Don't shed a tear for me nigga I ain't happy hear<br />I hope they bury me and send me to my rest<br />Headlines readin MURDERED TO DEATH, my last breath<br />Take a look picture a crook on his last stand<br />Motherfuckers don't understand, if I die tonight<br /><br /><em>[Chorus]<br />
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