Kill kill kill, murder murder murder
Disrespectin' the game, prayin' for punishment and pain
Puffin' weed as I position myself to clock G's
My enemies scatter in suicidal situations
Take a look picture a crook on his last stand
Evadin' the playa hatin' tricks while hittin' switches
Pistol whippin' these simps, for bein' petrified and lame
Nigga, if I die 2 nite
Plottin' on murderin' motherfuckers 'fore they get you
Even the preacher and all my teachers couldn't reach me
If I die 2 nite
Kill kill kill, murder murder murder
I hope they bury me and send me to my rest
And I hope I'm forgiven for thug livin' when I die
Bitches is bad-mouth 'cause brawlin' motherfuckers is bold
[Incomprehensible]
He got it by killer, preoccupied with bein' boss
Kill kill kill, murder murder murder
I'm duckin' the cop, I hit the weed as I'm clutchin' my glock
Hit the block and fill your pockets makin' crack sales
(Tonight's the night I get in some shit)
Kill kill kill, murder murder murder
Polishin' pistols prepare for battle pass the pump
(Tonight's the night I get in some shit)
Pray to the Heavens three-fifty-sevens to the sky
Pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols
A stress free life and a spot for drug dealers
Addicted to drama so even mama couldn't raise me
Callin' the coroner come collect the fuckin' corpse
If I die 2 nite
If I die 2 nite
When I get to poppin' niggaz is droppin' then they done
Revenge is the method whenever steppin' keep a weapon close
If I die 2 nite
I'm seein' cemetery photos of my peers
If I die 2 nite
(Tonight's the night I get in some shit)
They say pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols
I run in the streets and puffin' weed wit my peeps
I'm sick of psychotic society somebody save me
Headlines readin', 'Murdered To Death', my last breath
In my brain all I can think about is fame
Conversatin' like they still here, if I die 2 nite
Runnin' with criminals individuals with no remorse
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto for thug niggaz
If I die 2 nite
If I die 2 nite
Jealous niggaz and broke bitches equal packed jails
Pockets is packed with Presidents, pursue your riches
Overdose of a dick while drinkin' liquor when I lay her
Motherfuckers don't understand, if I die 2 nite
Never to witness the wicked shit that they was facin'
Adversaries are overdosed over deadly notes
Pissin' while practicin' how to pimp and be a playa
Visions of prisons for all the pussies that I blasted
Picture perfection pursuin' paper with a passion
If I die 2 nite
Try to stop me my pistol posse's usin' deadly force
(Tonight's the night I get in some shit)
Don't shed a tear for me nigga, I ain't happy hear
Plottin' on murderin' motherfuckers 'fore they get you
Niggaz is hot when I hit the block, what if I die 2 nite?
But y'all some hoes, the game should be sewed
No fear nigga, never worry
Goin' insane, never die, live eternal, who shall I fear?
Picturin' pitiful punk niggaz coppin' pleas
The police know my name, a different game, ain't a thing changed
