2Pac – If I Die 2Nite (Demo Version)


Date: September 03, 1994
Studio: Unique Studios, New York, New York
Producer: Easy Mo Bee
Samples:
Dr Dre & Snoop Dogg – Deep Cover
Betty Wright – Tonight Is The Night
Dj Quick – Tonite
Kleeer – Tonight


Lyrics:

[Intro] Yo man.
Have fuckin’ keep ya head up shit
Weren’t shit kick that shit, nigga

[Verse 1]

They say pussy and paper is poetry, power and pistols
Plotting on murdering motherfuckers ‘fore they get you
Picturing pitiful punk niggaz 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 playa hating tricks, while hitting switches
Bitches is bad-mouth, cause baling motherfuckers is bold
But y’all some 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 cop, I hit the weed as I’m clutching my glock
Niggaz is hot when I hit the block, what if I die tonight?

[Chorus]

If I die tonight
If I die tonight
If I… If I die tonight
Nigga, come here

[Verse 2]

Polishing pistols prepare for battle pass the pump
When I get to popping niggaz is dropping then they done
Calling the coroner come collect the fucking corpse
He got it by killer, preoccuppied with being boss
Revenge is the method, whenever stepping 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 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’s 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
Conversating like they still here, if I die tonight

[Chorus]

Hahaha (kill, kill, kill)
If I die tonight
Scared to die nigga? Is ya, huh?
If I die tonight
Never fear, never worry
If I die tonight
Yeah nigga, build nigga build

[Verse 3]

Pussy and paper is poetry, power and pistols
Plotting on murdering motherfuckers ‘fore they get you
Pray to the heavens three-fifty-sevens to the sky
And I hope I’m forgiven for Thug Living when I die
I wonder if heaven got a ghetto for Thug niggaz
A stress free life and a spot for drug dealers
Pissing while practicing how to pimp and be a playa
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

[Chorus / Outro]

Hahaha, Nigga if I die tonight
(I ain’t scared) No fear nigga (you scared?), never worry
If I die tonight
Bury me a motherfucking G
Closed casket, fucking bastards
If I die tonight
You know

Kill, kill, kill
Murder, murder, murder
Yo Mo Bee bring me back to the beginning
Kill, kill, kill
Murder, murder, murder
Kill, kill, kill
Murder, murder, murder
Kill, kill, kill
Murder, murder, murder
Kill, kill, kill
Murder, murder, murder
Kill, kill, kill
Murder, murder, murder
Kill, kill, kill
Murder, murder, murder
Aiiiight

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