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A coward dies a thousand deaths

A soldier dies but once

Verse One:

They say pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols

Plottin on murderin motherfuckers `fore they get you

Picturin pitiful punk niggaz coppin 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 facin

Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches

Evadin the playa hatin tricks, while hittin switches

Bitches is bad-mouth, cause ballin motherfuckers 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

Niggaz 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 shit" - Dr. Dre

Verse Two:

Polishin pistols prepare for battle pass the punk

When I get to poppin niggaz is droppin then they done

Callin the coroner come collect the fuckin 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 niggaz 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 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 motherfuckers `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 niggaz

A stress free life and a spot for drug dealers

Pissin while practicin how to pimp and be a playa

Overdose of a dick, 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 nigga 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

Motherfuckers don`t understand, if I die tonight

Chorus

A coward dies a thousand deaths

A soldier dies but once

Verse One:

They say pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols

Plottin on murderin motherfuckers `fore they get you

Picturin pitiful punk niggaz coppin 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 facin

Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches

Evadin the playa hatin tricks, while hittin switches

Bitches is bad-mouth, cause ballin motherfuckers 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

Niggaz 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 shit" - Dr. Dre

Verse Two:

Polishin pistols prepare for battle pass the punk

When I get to poppin niggaz is droppin then they done

Callin the coroner come collect the fuckin 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 niggaz 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 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 motherfuckers `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 niggaz

A stress free life and a spot for drug dealers

Pissin while practicin how to pimp and be a playa

Overdose of a dick, 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 nigga 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

Motherfuckers don`t understand, if I die tonight

Chorus

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