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 brawlin 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 pump
  When I get to poppin niggaz is droppin then they done
  Callin the coroner come collect the fuckin corpse
  He got it by killer, preoccuppied with bein boss
  Revenge is the method, whenever 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 cemetary 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]