《If I Die 2Nite》歌词

[00:00:00] 2pac-If I Die 2nite

[00:00:01] A coward dies a thousand deaths

[00:00:03] A soldier dies but once

[00:00:09] They say pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols

[00:00:12] Plottin on murderin mother****ers 'fore they get you

[00:00:15] Picturin pitiful punk niggaz coppin pleas

[00:00:18] Puffin weed as I position myself to clock G's

[00:00:20] My enemies scatter in suicidal situations

[00:00:23] Never to witness the wicked **** that they was facin

[00:00:25] Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches

[00:00:28] Evadin the playa hatin tricks, while hittin switches

[00:00:30] *****es is bad-mouth, cause brawlin mother****ers is bold

[00:00:34] But y'all some hoes, the game should be sewed

[00:00:36] I'm sick of psychotic society somebody save me

[00:00:39] Addicted to drama so even mama couldn't raise me

[00:00:41] Even the preacher and all my teachers couldn't reach me

[00:00:44] I run in the streets and puffin weed wit my peeps

[00:00:47] I'm duckin the cop, I hit the weed as I'm clutchin my glock

[00:00:49] Niggaz is hot when I hit the block, what if I die tonight

[00:00:54] If I die 2nite

[00:01:11] Tonight's the night I get in some **** - (Dr. Dre)

[00:01:13] Polishin pistols prepare for battle pass the pump

[00:01:15] When I get to poppin niggaz is droppin then they done

[00:01:18] Callin the coroner come collect the ****in corpse

[00:01:21] He got it by killer, preoccuppied with bein boss

[00:01:23] Revenge is the method, whenever steppin keep a weapon close

[00:01:26] Adversaries are overdosed over deadly notes

[00:01:29] Jealous niggaz and broke *****es equal packed jails

[00:01:31] Hit the block and fill your pockets makin crack sales

[00:01:34] Picture perfection pursuin paper with a passion

[00:01:36] Visions of prisons for all the pussies that I blasted

[00:01:39] Runnin with criminals individuals with no remorse

[00:01:42] Try to stop me my pistol posse's usin deadly force

[00:01:45] In my brain all I can think about is fame

[00:01:47] The police know my name, a different game, ain't a thing changed

[00:01:51] I'm seein cemetary photos of my peers

[00:01:53] Conversatin like they still here, if I die tonight

[00:02:00] If I die 2nite

[00:02:16] Pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols

[00:02:19] Plottin on murderin mother****ers 'fore they get you

[00:02:21] Pray to the heavens three-fifty-sevens to the sky

[00:02:24] And I hope I'm forgiven for Thug Livin when I die

[00:02:27] I wonder if heaven got a ghetto for Thug niggaz

[00:02:29] A stress free life and a spot for drug dealers

[00:02:32] Pissin while practicin how to pimp and be a playa

[00:02:34] Overdose of a dick, while drinkin liquor when I lay her

[00:02:37] Pistol whippin these simps, for bein petrified and lame

[00:02:40] Disrespectin the game, prayin for punishment and pain

[00:02:42] Goin insane, never die, live eternal, who shall I fear?

[00:02:45] Don't shed a tear for me nigga I ain't happy hear

[00:02:48] I hope they bury me and send me to my rest

[00:02:51] Headlines readin MURDERED TO DEATH, my last breath

[00:02:53] Take a look picture a crook on his last stand

[00:02:56] Mother****ers don't understand, if I die tonight

[00:03:03] If I die 2nite