2Pac – If I Die 2Nite Lyrics

If I Die 2Nite

2Pac

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"If I Die 2Nite." - 2Pac

Tuesday, 20 October 2026, 01:36 pm

Album: Me Against the World

Track No: 02

A coward dies a thousand deaths
A soldier dies but once
They say pussy and paper is poetry, power and pistols
Plotting on murdering motherfuckers 'fore they get you
Picturing pitiful punk **** 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
**** 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
Polishing pistols, prepare for battle, pass the pump
When I get to popping, **** is dropping, then they done
Calling the coroner, come collect the fucking corpse
He got it by a killer, preoccupied with being boss
Revenge is the method, whenever stepping, keep a weapon close
Adversaries are overdosed over deadly notes
Jealous **** 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
Conversatin' like they still here, if I die tonight
If I die tonight
Scared to die, ****
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, three-fifty-sevens to the sky
And I hope I'm forgiven for thug living when I die
I wonder if heaven got a ghetto for thug ****
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, ****, 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
****, if I die tonight
No fear, ****
Never worry
If I die tonight
Bury me a motherfuckin' G
Closed casket, fuck it
And 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

Writer(s): Easy Mo Bee, 2Pac, Betty Wright, Willie Clarke, Norman Durham & Osten Harvey Jr..

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