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]