Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song If I Die 2Nite, artist - 2Pac. Album song Me Against The World, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Interscope
Song language: English
If I Die 2Nite |
they say pussy and paper is poetry, power, and pistols |
plottin' on murderin' motherfuckers before they get you |
picturin' pitiful punk niggas coppin' pleas |
puffin' weed as i position myself to clock gs |
my enemies scatter in suicidal situations |
never the witness to wicked shit that they was facin' |
pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches |
evadin' the playa-hatin tricks, while hittin switches |
bitches is badmouthin', cuz ballin' motherfuckers is bold |
but trust me holms, the game should be sold |
sick of pscyhotic 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 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, but if i die tonite |
Chorus |
if i die 2nite |
if i die 2nite |
if i die 2nite |
2nite's the night i get in some shit |
polishin' pistols, prepare for battle, pass the pump |
when i get to poppin', niggas is droppin', then they done |
callin' the coroner, come collect the fuckin' corpse |
he got hit by a killer, preoccupied with bein boss |
revenge is the method, whenever steppin', keep a weapon close |
adversaries will overdose over deadly notes |
jealous niggas and broke bitches equal packed jails |
hit the block and fill your pockets makin' crack sales |
picture perfection pursuin' paper with a passion |
visions of prison where all the pussies that i blasted |
running with criminal, individuals with no remorse |
try to stop me, my pistol possee 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 |
conversatin' like they still here, if i die tonite |
Chorus |
if i die 2nite |
scared to die nigga, is ya? |
if i die 2nite |
never fear, never will i fear |
if i die 2nite |
2nite's the night i get in some shit |
pussy and paper is poetry, power, and pistols |
plottin on murderin motherfuckers before they get you |
pray to the heavens, .357s to the sky |
and i hope i’m forgiven for thug livin when i die |
i wonder if heaven’s got a ghetto for thug niggas |
a stress free life, and a spot for drug dealers |
pissin while practicin' how to pimp and be a player |
overdose of a dick while drinking liquor when i lay yah |
pistol-whippin any simps, for bein 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 tonite |
Chorus |
nigga |
if i die 2nite |
no fear nigga, never worry |
if i die 2nite |
bury me a motherfuckin g, closed casket, fuck death |
if i die 2nite |
you know |
killer, killer, killer |
murder, murder, murder |
(repeat two lines til fade) |