If I Die 2Nite
I hope they bury me / And send me to my rest / Headlines reading “murdered to death” / My last breath
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
Puffing weed as I position myself
To clock G’s
My enemies scatter
In suicidal situations
Never to witness
The wicked shit that they was facin’
Pockets is packed with presidents
Pursue your riches
Evading the playa hating tricks
While hitting switches
Bitches is bad-mouth
’Cause brawling motherfuckers is bold
But charge them hoes
The game’s to 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 puffing 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
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 a 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’s 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
Conversating like they still here
If I die tonight
If I die tonight
Scare to die nigga, is ya, ha?
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 Heaven’s
.357’s to the sky
And I hope I’m forgiven
For thug livin’ 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 playa
Overdose of a dick
While drinking liquor when I lay her
Pistol whippin’ these simps
For being petrified and lame
Disrespecting the game
Praying for punishment and pain
Going insane, never die
I 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 motherfucking 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
Kill, kill, kill
Murder, murder, murder