YEA...Dis for all my niggaz who think dey hard...[laughingYou wanna know whats hardwhats hard pimp?Goin about yo day nigga losin yo life at the end of itNow dats whats hard...MINDING MY MUTHAFUCKING BUSINESSLet me tell yall bout the last day i lived nigga[VerseIm in tha 96 Impala with tha gat in my lapAnnihilating any nigga tryin to work in my trapNow see the feds got me tap dSo to keep em off of my bacI got a crib in tha trap and a crib to relaxNow my indictment was a secret and thats the way that they keep itIf i aint have a hoe givin head to tha fedsComin bac tellin me exactly what they saidIm a dead man walkin...Waitin on time in jailBut i ll die before i let em stop my mailLong as i got another ounce to sellWhat tha hell ima bail? a grap my scaleGet another key and ima slang my yayoNiggaz on tha westside cant re-up becuz its a droughtSo i check tha crack house...DAMN it sold outSo back to tha crib so i can check this stashAint sure about how much dope i hadGot a couple keyz in the safe right nowWeigh it up cook it up then chop it downNow im ready to go and pick up my fettiBut before i leave tha house i cant dip without grabbin my G zAnd my keyz to my brand new V put em in pocket with tha gat to seeNiggaz pleeze nigga you holla bout freezePut this red dot to ya ass n squeezeNow im dippin bac to tha swatsWith tha 4-4 and a plastic glockTurned around and i had to stopCouldnt trap swarn it wuz copsStandin there n i still aint scaredMac Boney nem must have fledOnly cops is i fear is tha fedsOn my car flashin blue n redDamn there dey go now its time to dipGot tha 4-4 right my hip9 millimeter wit a extra clipDats what yall niggaz get fuckin round wit TIPBustin at emN cussin at em but aint no shakin emThem bullets dat they wuz bustin at me my vest wuz takin emMakin dem pigs fall in painTurned around cuz one call my nameTook a hot one to tha brainYea i died but LONG LIVE THA GAME...

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