Eric Lynch - If I Die 2Nite lyrics

[Produced by Easy Mo Bee] [Intro] A coward dies a thousand d**hs A soldier dies but once [Verse 1] They say p**y and paper is poetry, power and pistols Plotting on murdering motherf**ers 'fore they get you Picturing pitiful punk n***as copping pleas Puffing weed as I position myself to clock G's My enemies scatter in suicidal situations Never to witness the wicked sh** that they was facin' Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches Evading the playa hating tricks while hitting switches b**hes is bad-mouth, ‘cause brawling motherf**ers 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 puffing weed with my peeps I'm duckin' the cops, I hit the weed as I'm clutchin' my Glock n***as is hot when I hit the block; what if I die tonight? [Hook] If I die tonight If I die tonight f** it, If I die tonight "Tonight's the night I get in some sh**" [Verse 2] Polish your pistols, prepare for battle, pa** the pump When I get to poppin', n***as is droppin' then they done Calling the coroner, come collect the f**ing corpse He got hit by a k**er, preoccupied with being boss Revenge is the method Whenever steppin', keep a weapon close Adversaries are overdosed over deadly notes Jealous n***as and broke b**hes equal packed jails Hit the block and fill your pockets, making crack sales Picture perfection, pursuing paper with a pa**ion 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 [Hook] If I die tonight Scare to die n***a, is ya, ha? If I die tonight Never fear, never worry If I die tonight "Tonight's the night I get in some sh**" [Verse 3] p**y and paper is poetry, power and pistols Plotting on murdering motherf**ers 'fore they get you Pray to the Heaven's, .357's to the sky And I hope I'm forgiven for thug livin' when I die I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto for thug n***as 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 whippin' these simps, for being petrified and lame Disrespecting the game, praying for punishment and pain Going insane, never die, I live eternal, who shall I fear? Don't shed a tear for me, n***a, I ain't happy here I hope they bury me and send me to my rest Headlines reading 'Murdered to d**h', my last breath Take a look, picture a crook on his last stand Motherf**ers don't understand; if I die tonight [Hook] n***a!, If I die tonight No fear n***a, never worry If I die tonight Bury me a motherf**ing G, closed casket f** it If I die tonight You know "Tonight's the night I get in some sh**" k**, k**, k**, murder, murder, murder k**, k**, k**, murder, murder, murder k**, k**, k**, murder, murder, murder "Tonight's the night I get in some sh**" k**, k**, k**, murder, murder, murder k**, k**, k**, murder, murder, murder