A coward dies a thousand deaths
A soldier dies but once
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
They say pus*y and paper is poetry power and pistols
Plotting on murderin motherf*ckers 'fore they get you
Picturing pitiful punk n*ggas copping pleas
Puffing weed as I position myself to clock G's
My enemies scatter in suicidal situations
Never to witness the wicked sh*t that they was facin
Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches
Evading the playa hating tricks, while hitting switches
b*tches is bad-mouth, cause brawlin motherf*ckers is bold
But y'all some hoes, the game should be sewed
The sickest 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 wit my peeps
I'm ducking the cops, I hit the weed as I'm clutching my Glock
n*ggas is hot when I hit the block, what if I die tonight
[Hook: 2Pac and Dr. Dre]
[2Pac]
If I die tonight (repeat 3X)
[Dr.Dre]
Tonight's the night I get in some sh*t
[Verse 2: 2Pac]
Polishing pistols prepare for battle pass the pump
When I get to popping n*ggas is dropping then they done
Calling the coroner come collect the f*cking corpse
He got it by killer, preoccuppied with being boss
Revenge is the method, whenever steppin keep a weapon close
Adversaries are overdosed over deadly notes
Jealous n*ggas and broke b*tches 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 cemetary photos of my peers
Conversating like they still here, if I die tonight
[Hook: 2Pac and Dr. Dre]
[Verse 3: 2Pac]
pus*y and paper is poetry power and pistols
Plotting on murdering motherf*ckers 'fore they get you
Pray to the heavens three-fifty-sevens to the sky
And I hope I'm forgiven for Thug Livin when I die
I wonder if heaven got a ghetto for Thug n*ggas
A stress free life and a spot for drug dealers
p*ssing while practicing how to pimp and be a playa
Overdose of a di*k, 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, I live eternal, who shall I fear?
Don't shed a tear for me n*gga I ain't happy here
I hope they bury me and send me to my rest
Headlines readin MURDERED TO DEATH, my last breath
Take a look picture a crook on his last stand
Motherf*ckers don't understand, if I die tonight
[Hook: 2Pac and Dr. Dre]