2Pac - If i die 2nite [Me against the world] Chords

[C#m] A coward dies a thousand deaths, a soldier dies but once.
_ _ _ _ _ They say pussy and paper is [B] poetry, power and gifts.
[C#m] Plotting on murdering [B] motherfuckers before they get you.
[C#m] Measuring pitiful, [B] called niggas copping police, [E] buffing leaders opposition.
[G#m] Myself, the clock cheese.
My enemies [C#m] scatter in [B] suicidal situations.
[E] Never to witness the [B] wicked shit that they was facing.
[C#m] My interest packed with [B] presidents who sue your bitches.
[C#m] Evading to play a hateful trick while hitting switches.
Bitches is bad mouth, [B] cause balling motherfuckers is [E] pro-go-trust.
The gang ship is soaked, the sickest psychotic [B] society, somebody save me.
[C#m] Addicted to trauma so [B] even mama couldn't raise me.
Even the [A] preacher and all [B] my teachers couldn't reach me.
[E] I run in the streets and buffing he with my peeps.
I'm ducking the cop, I [B] hit the weed, that's a clutch in my [C#m] glock.
Niggas is hot when I hit the block.
What if I die tonight?
_ _ _ _ What if I die tonight?
_ _ _ What if I die tonight?
_ _ _ What if I die tonight?
_ _ What if I die tonight?
Polish your pistols, prepare [B] for battle, pass the puck.
[C#m] When you get the pop, niggas [B] is dropping, then [C#m] they done.
Call in the car and I come [B] kill off the fucking corpse.
He [E] got it, bomb [G] killers, [Fm] Priyanka power being boss.
[D#] Revenge is the method, we never [B] second, keep a weapon [C#m] close.
Abuserries or overdose, over deadly notes.
Jealous niggas and [B] broke bitches equal back [E] jails.
Hit the [C] block and fill your pockets making crack sales.
[C#m] This is perfection, pursuing paper with a passion.
Prison to prison for all the pussies that I blasted.
Running with criminals, [G#m] individuals with no [C#m] remorse.
Try to stop me, my [B] pistol posse [C#m] even deadly force.
In my brain, all I can think about is fame.
No police, no my name, a different game, ain't a thing changed.
I'm seeing cemetery photos of my peers.
Conversating like they still here.
What if I die tonight?
_ _ _ _ What if I die tonight?
What if I die tonight?
What _ if I die tonight?
_ _ What if _ I die tonight?
_ _ _ What if I die tonight?
What if I die tonight?
Who's seeing [B] paper as poetry, power and pistols?
[C#m] Plotting on murdering motherfuckers before they get you.
Stretches of heaven, [B] 357s to the sky.
And I hope I'm [E] forgiven for thug living when I die.
I wonder if heaven got a [D#] Gary Patel of niggas.
[C#m] A stress-free life and a [F] spot for drug dealers.
[C#m] Listen while practicing how [B] to fucking be a player.
[C#] Overdose of addiction while [E] drinking liquor when I lay a pistol.
Ripping these sips, fucking [B] them petrified and lame.
[C#m] Disrespecting the game, praying [B] for punishment [E] and pain.
Going insane, never [B] die, I live eternal.
[C#m] Who shall I fear?
Don't shed [B] a tear for me, nigga, I [E] ain't happy here.
I hope they bury me and send me to my rest.
Headlines [C#m] reading murder to death.
My last breath.
Take [G#] a look, picture a crook on [C#m] his last stand.
Motherfuckers don't understand.
If I die tonight.
_ _ _ I'm gonna die if I die tonight.
No fear, nigga, never worry.
If I die tonight.
I'm running in a motherfucking G.
Girls can't stop fucking me.
If I die tonight.
_ You know we can catch the night, I'll carry that sump'n sick.
[G#m] You _ [C#m] _ _ [E] know we [C#m] can catch the night, [B] _ _ [C#m] _ _ [G] I'll [C#m] carry that sump'n sick.
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_ [B] _ _ [E] We can catch the [B] night, I'll carry that sump'n [C#m] sick.
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