[ti:If I Die 2nite] [ar:2Pac] [al:Me Against The World] [00:00.00]2pac-If I Die 2nite [00:00.45] [00:01.04]A coward dies a thousand deaths [00:03.01]A soldier dies but once [00:04.34] [00:09.83]They say pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols [00:12.81]Plottin on murderin motherfuckers 'fore they get you [00:15.53]Picturin pitiful punk niggaz coppin pleas [00:18.16]Puffin weed as I position myself to clock G's [00:20.30]My enemies scatter in suicidal situations [00:23.21]Never to witness the wicked shit that they was facin [00:25.72]Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches [00:28.93]Evadin the playa hatin tricks, while hittin switches [00:30.95]Bitches is bad-mouth, cause brawlin motherfuckers is bold [00:34.03]But y'all some hoes, the game should be sewed [00:36.49]I'm sick of psychotic society somebody save me [00:39.04]Addicted to drama so even mama couldn't raise me [00:41.48]Even the preacher and all my teachers couldn't reach me [00:44.15]I run in the streets and puffin weed wit my peeps [00:47.09]I'm duckin the cop, I hit the weed as I'm clutchin my glock [00:49.71]Niggaz is hot when I hit the block, what if I die tonight [00:51.17] [00:54.19]If I die 2nite [01:11.39]Tonight's the night I get in some shit - (Dr. Dre) [01:13.75]Polishin pistols prepare for battle pass the pump [01:15.79]When I get to poppin niggaz is droppin then they done [01:18.29]Callin the coroner come collect the fuckin corpse [01:21.09]He got it by killer, preoccuppied with bein boss [01:23.76]Revenge is the method, whenever steppin keep a weapon close [01:26.60]Adversaries are overdosed over deadly notes [01:29.28]Jealous niggaz and broke bitches equal packed jails [01:31.92]Hit the block and fill your pockets makin crack sales [01:34.30]Picture perfection pursuin paper with a passion [01:36.84]Visions of prisons for all the pussies that I blasted [01:39.55]Runnin with criminals individuals with no remorse [01:42.40]Try to stop me my pistol posse's usin deadly force [01:45.11]In my brain all I can think about is fame [01:47.33]The police know my name, a different game, ain't a thing changed [01:51.04]I'm seein cemetary photos of my peers [01:53.30]Conversatin like they still here, if I die tonight [01:56.48] [02:00.47]If I die 2nite [02:16.60]Pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols [02:19.09]Plottin on murderin motherfuckers 'fore they get you [02:21.66]Pray to the heavens three-fifty-sevens to the sky [02:24.18]And I hope I'm forgiven for Thug Livin when I die [02:27.03]I wonder if heaven got a ghetto for Thug niggaz [02:29.61]A stress free life and a spot for drug dealers [02:32.34]Pissin while practicin how to pimp and be a playa [02:34.91]Overdose of a dick, while drinkin liquor when I lay her [02:37.47]Pistol whippin these simps, for bein petrified and lame [02:40.16]Disrespectin the game, prayin for punishment and pain [02:42.89]Goin insane, never die, live eternal, who shall I fear? [02:45.38]Don't shed a tear for me nigga I ain't happy hear [02:48.99]I hope they bury me and send me to my rest [02:51.57]Headlines readin MURDERED TO DEATH, my last breath [02:53.69]Take a look picture a crook on his last stand [02:56.98]Motherfuckers don't understand, if I die tonight [02:59.44] [03:03.69]If I die 2nite [03:20.21]