2Pac – If I Die 2nite

Talented American Rapper and songwriter, Tupac Shakur comes out with another amazing song which is titled “If I Die 2nite”.

This intriguing record which appeared as Track 02 on his top charting album project called “Me Against the World” was officially released on 14 March 1995.

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LYRICS

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

Plotting on murdering motherfuckers ‘fore they get you

Picturing pitiful punk niggas copping pleas

Puffin’ weed as I position myself to clock G’s

My enemies scatter in suicidal situations

Never to witness the wicked shit that they was facing

Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches

Evading the player-hating tricks, while hitting switches

Bitches is bad-mouth, ’cause brawling motherfuckers is bold

But charge them hoes, the game should be sold

I’m sick of 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 puffin’ weed wit’ my peeps

I’m ducking the cops, I hit the weed as I’m clutching my Glock

Niggas is hot when I hit the block, what if I die tonight?

If I die tonight

If I die tonight

Fuck it, if I die tonight

(Tonight’s the night I get in some shit)

Polish your pistols, prepare for battle, pass the pump

When I get to poppin’, niggas is droppin’ then they done

Calling the coroner come collect the fucking corpse

He got hit by killer, preoccupied with being boss

Revenge is the method, whenever steppin’, keep a weapon close

Adversaries are overdosed over deadly notes

Jealous niggas and broke bitches equal packed jails

Hit the block and fill your pockets making crack sales

Picture perfection pursuing paper with a passion

Visions of prisons for all the pussies that I blasted

Running with criminals, individuals with no remorse

Try to stop me, my pistol posse 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 cemetery photos of my peers

Conversatin’ like they still here, if I die tonight

If I die tonight

Scared to die, nigga, is ya, huh?

If I die tonight

Never fear, never worry

If I die tonight

(Tonight’s the night I get in some shit)

Pussy and paper is poetry, power and pistols

Plotting on murdering motherfuckers ‘fore they get you

Pray to the heavens, .357’s to the sky

And I hope I’m forgiven for thug living when I die

I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto for thug niggas

A stress-free life and a spot for drug dealers

Pissing while practicing how to pimp and be a player

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, live eternal, who shall I fear?

Don’t shed a tear for me, nigga, I ain’t happy here

I hope they bury me and send me to my rest

Headlines reading, “Murdered to death”, my last breath

Take a look, picture a crook on his last stand

Motherfuckers don’t understand, if I die tonight

Nigga, if I die tonight

No fear, nigga, never worry

If I die tonight

Bury me a motherfuckin’ G, closed casket, fuck it

If I die tonight

You know

(Tonight’s the night I get in some shit)

Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder

Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder

Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder

(Tonight’s the night I get in some shit)

Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder

Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder