Lyrics:

'a coward dies a thousand deaths, a soldier dies but once' (tonight's 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 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 n