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A coward dies a thousand deaths | A soldier dies but once | They say pussy and paper is poetry, power and pistols
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 Plotting on murdering motherfuckers 'fore they get you Picturing pitiful punk niggas copping pleas Puffin' weed as I position myself to clock G's My enemies scatter in suicidal situations Never to witness the wicked shit that they was facing Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches Evading the player-hating tricks, while hitting switches Bitches is bad-mouth, 'cause brawling motherfuckers is bold But charge them hoes, the game should be sold 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 ducking the cops, I hit the weed as I'm clutching my Glock Niggas is hot when I hit the block, what if I die tonight? If I die tonight If I die tonight Fuck it, if I die tonight (Tonight's the night I get in some shit) Polish your pistols, prepare for battle, pass the pump When I get to poppin', niggas is droppin' then they done Calling the coroner come collect the fucking corpse He got hit by killer, preoccupied with being boss Revenge is the method, whenever steppin', keep a weapon close Adversaries are overdosed over deadly notes Jealous niggas and broke bitches equal packed jails Hit the block and fill your pockets making crack sales Picture perfection pursuing paper with a passion Visions of prisons for all the pussies that I blasted Running with criminals, individuals with no remorse Try to stop me, my pistol posse 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 cemetery photos of my peers Conversatin' like they still here, if I die tonight If I die tonight Scared to die, nigga, is ya, huh? If I die tonight Never fear, never worry If I die tonight (Tonight's the night I get in some shit) Pussy and paper is poetry, power and pistols Plotting on murdering motherfuckers 'fore they get you Pray to the heavens, .357's to the sky And I hope I'm forgiven for thug living when I die I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto for thug niggas A stress-free life and a spot for drug dealers Pissing while practicing how to pimp and be a player Overdose of a dick, while drinking liquor when I lay her Pistol whipping these simps, for being petrified and lame Disrespecting the game, praying for punishment and pain Going insane, never die, live eternal, who shall I fear? Don't shed a tear for me, nigga, I ain't happy here I hope they bury me and send me to my rest Headlines reading, "Murdered to death", my last breath Take a look, picture a crook on his last stand Motherfuckers don't understand, if I die tonight Nigga, if I die tonight No fear, nigga, never worry If I die tonight Bury me a motherfuckin' G, closed casket, fuck it If I die tonight You know (Tonight's the night I get in some shit) Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder (Tonight's the night I get in some shit) Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder
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