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2pac-If I Die 2nite |
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A coward dies a thousand deaths |
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A soldier dies but once |
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They say pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols |
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Plottin on murderin motherfuckers 'fore they get you |
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Picturin pitiful punk niggaz coppin pleas |
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Puffin weed as I position myself to clock G's |
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My enemies scatter in suicidal situations |
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Never to witness the wicked shit that they was facin |
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Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches |
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Evadin the playa hatin tricks, while hittin switches |
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Bitches is bad-mouth, cause brawlin motherfuckers is bold |
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But y'all some hoes, the game should be sewed |
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I'm sick of psychotic society somebody save me |
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Addicted to drama so even mama couldn't raise me |
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Even the preacher and all my teachers couldn't reach me |
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I run in the streets and puffin weed wit my peeps |
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I'm duckin the cop, I hit the weed as I'm clutchin my glock |
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Niggaz is hot when I hit the block, what if I die tonight |
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If I die 2nite |
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Tonight's the night I get in some shit - (Dr. Dre) |
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Polishin pistols prepare for battle pass the pump |
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When I get to poppin niggaz is droppin then they done |
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Callin the coroner come collect the fuckin corpse |
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He got it by killer, preoccuppied with bein boss |
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Revenge is the method, whenever steppin keep a weapon close |
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Adversaries are overdosed over deadly notes |
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Jealous niggaz and broke bitches equal packed jails |
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Hit the block and fill your pockets makin crack sales |
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Picture perfection pursuin paper with a passion |
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Visions of prisons for all the pussies that I blasted |
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Runnin with criminals individuals with no remorse |
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Try to stop me my pistol posse's usin deadly force |
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In my brain all I can think about is fame |
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The police know my name, a different game, ain't a thing changed |
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I'm seein cemetary photos of my peers |
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Conversatin like they still here, if I die tonight |
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If I die 2nite |
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Pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols |
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Plottin on murderin motherfuckers 'fore they get you |
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Pray to the heavens three-fifty-sevens to the sky |
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And I hope I'm forgiven for Thug Livin when I die |
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I wonder if heaven got a ghetto for Thug niggaz |
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A stress free life and a spot for drug dealers |
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Pissin while practicin how to pimp and be a playa |
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Overdose of a dick, while drinkin liquor when I lay her |
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Pistol whippin these simps, for bein petrified and lame |
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Disrespectin the game, prayin for punishment and pain |
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Goin insane, never die, live eternal, who shall I fear? |
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Don't shed a tear for me nigga I ain't happy hear |
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I hope they bury me and send me to my rest |
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Headlines readin MURDERED TO DEATH, my last breath |
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Take a look picture a crook on his last stand |
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Motherfuckers don't understand, if I die tonight |
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If I die 2nite |
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