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    If I Die 2Nite

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    Добавлена 2 марта 2007 пользователем AND1

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    "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
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    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
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