Представляем точный текст композиции "If I Die 2Nite" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста 2Pac . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «If I Die 2Nite» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую 2Pac передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
2Pac - "If I Die 2Nite"
Lyrics to If I Die 2Nite : 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 Gs 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 yall some hoes, the game should be sewed Im sick of psychotic society somebody save me Addicted to drama so even mama couldnt raise me Even the preacher and all my teachers couldnt reach me I run in the streets and puffin weed wit my peeps Im duckin the cop, I hit the weed as Im clutchin my glock Niggaz is hot when I hit the block, what if I die tonight Chorus: If I die tonight (repeat 3X) "Tonights 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 were 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 posses usin deadly force In my brain all I can think about is fame The police know my name, a different game, aint a thing changed Im 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 Im 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' Dont shed a tear for me nigga I aint 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 dont understand, if I die tonight Chorus [ If I Die 2Nite Lyrics ]
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