Lyrics:

a Coward Dies A Thousand Deaths, A Soldier Dies But Once

(Tonights The Night I Get In Some Shit)


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 Couldnt Raise Me
even The Preacher And All My Teachers Couldnt Reach Me
i Run In The Streets And Puffin Weed With My Peeps
im Duckin The Cops, I Hit The Weed As Im 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
2nites 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



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