YEA...  Dis for all my niggaz who think dey hard...  [laughing]  You wanna know whats hard(whats hard pimp?)  Goin about yo day nigga losin yo life at the end of it  Now dats whats hard...(MINDING MY MUTHAFUCKING BUSINESS)  Let me tell yall bout the last day i lived nigga    [Verse]    Im in tha 96 Impala with tha gat in my lap  Annihilating any nigga tryin to work in my trap  Now see the feds got me tap'd   So to keep em' off of my bac  I got a crib in tha trap and a crib to relax  Now my indictment was a secret and thats the way that they keep it  If i aint have a hoe givin head to tha feds   Comin bac tellin me exactly what they said  Im a dead man walkin...  Waitin on time in jail  But i'll die before i let em stop my mail  Long as i got another ounce to sell  What tha hell ima bail? a grap my scale  Get another key and ima slang my yayo  Niggaz on tha westside cant re-up becuz its a drought  So i check tha crack house...  DAMN it sold out  So back to tha crib so i can check this stash  Aint sure about how much dope i had  Got a couple keyz in the safe right now   Weigh it up cook it up then chop it down  Now im ready to go and pick up my fetti  But before i leave tha house i cant dip without grabbin my G'z  And my keyz to my brand new V put em in pocket with tha gat to see  Niggaz pleeze nigga you holla bout freeze  Put this red dot to ya ass n squeeze  Now im dippin bac to tha swats  With tha 4-4 and a plastic glock  Turned around and i had to stop  Couldnt trap swarn it wuz cops  Standin there n i still aint scared  Mac Boney nem must have fled  Only cops is i fear is tha feds  On my car flashin blue n red  Damn there dey go now its time to dip  Got tha 4-4 right my hip  9 millimeter wit a extra clip  Dats what yall niggaz get fuckin round wit TIP  Bustin at em  N cussin at em but aint no shakin em  Them bullets dat they wuz bustin at me my vest wuz takin em  Makin dem pigs fall in pain   Turned around cuz one call my name  Took a hot one to tha brain  Yea i died but LONG LIVE THA GAME...