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Aye, uh-uh, uh, aye
Aye, what´s happenin´?
Ye-ye, ye-ye-yeah
That´s right, one time for your mind
What´s happening, pimp?

This for all my niggas who think they hard
Ok, nigga, I´ll tell you what´s hard, pimp
(What´s hard pimp?)
Going about your day, nigga, losing your life at the end of it
Nigga, that´s what´s hard, nigga
(Minding my muthafuckin´ business, that shit was fucked up)
Let me tell you a story about the last day I lived in my life
(How it happened, man?)

I´m in a ´96 Impala with the gat in my lap
Annihilating any nigga trying to work in my trap
I have the feds got me tapped
So to keep ´em off of my back
I got a crib in the trap and a crib to relax
Now my indictment was a secret, and that´s the way that they keep it

If I ain´t have a ho giving head to the feds coming back telling me exactly what they said
I´m a dead man walking
Waiting on time in jail
But I´ll die before I let ´em stop my mail
Long as I got another ounce to sell
What the hell, I´mma bail?
Grab my scale
Get another ki and I´mma slang my yayo
Everyday it feel like they on my trail
Look them in the face say, "Fuck they jail"
Niggas on the westside can´t re-up because it´s a drought
So I check the crack house
Damn, it sold out
Now back to the crib, so I can check this stash
Ain´t sure about how much dope I had
Got a couple kis in the safe right now

Weigh it up, cook it up, then chop it down
Now I´m ready to go and pick up my fetti
But before I leave the house I can´t dip without grabbin my G´s
And my keys to my brand new V, put ´em in pocket
So my gat–blue jeans, Desert Eag´
Nigga, you holler ´bout freeze
Put this red dot to your ass and squeeze
Now I´m dippin back to the SWAT
With the 4-4 and a plastic Glock
Turned around the corner and I had to stop
Couldn´t trap, before me it was the cops
Sit and watch, but I still ain´t scared
Mac Boney and ´em must have fled
Only cops is I fear is the feds
On my car flashing blue and red
Damn there they go, now it´s time to dip
Got the 4-4 right my hip

9 millimeter with an extra clip
That´s what you niggas get fucking ´round with TIP
Busting at ´em, and cussing at ´em, but ain´t no shaking ´em
Them bullets that they was busting at me, my vest was taking ´em
Making them pigs fall in pain
Turned around cause one called my name
Took a hot one to the brain
Yeah, I died, but long live the game