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A soldier dies but once Verse One: They say pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols Plottin on murderin motherf**kers 'fore they get you Picturin pitiful punk ni**az coppin pleas Puffin weed as I position myself to clock G's My enemies scatter in suicidal situations Never to witness the wicked s**t that they was facin Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches Evadin the playa hatin tricks, while hittin switches bi**hes is bad-mouth, cause ballin motherf**kers is bold But y'all some hoes, the game should be sewed 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 duckin the cop, I hit the weed as I'm clutchin my glock ni**az is hot when I hit the block, what if I die tonight Chorus: If I die tonight (repeat 3X) "Tonight's the night I get in some s**t" - Dr. Dre Verse Two: Polishin pistols prepare for battle pa*s the punk When I get to poppin ni**az is droppin then they done Callin the coroner come collect the f**kin corpse He got it by killin we got the power bein boss Revenge is the method we're never steppin keep a weapon close Adversaries are overdosed over deadly notes Jealous ni**az and broke bi**hes equal packed jails Hit the block and fill your pockets makin crack sales Picture perfection pursuin paper with a pa*sion Visions of prisons for all the pussies that I blasted Runnin with criminals individuals with no remorse Try to stop me my pistol posse's usin 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 seein silly teary photos of my peers Conversatin like they still here, if I die tonight Chorus Verse Three: Pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols Plottin on murderin motherf**kers 'fore they get you Pray to the heavens three-fifty-sevens to the sky And I hope I'm forgiven for Thug Livin when I die I wonder if heaven got a ghetto for Thug ni**az A stress free life and a spot for drug dealers Pissin while practicin how to pimp and be a playa Overdose of a d**k, while drinkin liquor when I lay her Pistol whippin these simps, for bein petrified and lame Disrespectin the game, prayin for punishment and pain Goin insane, never die, live eternal, who shall I fear? Don't shed a tear for me ni**a I ain't happy hear I hope they bury me and send me to my rest Headlines readin MURDERED TO DEATH, my last breath Take a look picture a crook on his last stand Motherf**kers don't understand, if I die tonight Chorus  More 2 Pac Song Lyrics
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