[Intro]

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?)

[Verse]

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 T.I.P

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