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Yea,
Dis for all my niggas who think they hard,
You want to know what's hard(whats hard pimp?)
Going about yo day nigga losing yo life at the end of it
Now that's what's hard (minding my motherfucking business)
Let me tell y'all bout the last day I lived nigga

I'm in the 96 Impala with the gat in my lap
Annihilating any nigga trying 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 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 hoe 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'ma bail? a grap my scale
Get another key and I'ma slang my yayo
Niggas on the westside can't re-up because its a drought
So I check the crack house,
DAMN it sold out
So back to the crib so I can check this stash
Ain't sure about how much dope I had
Got a couple keys 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'z
And my keys to my brand new V put 'em in pocket with the gat to see
Niggas please nigga you holla bout freeze
Put this red dot to ya ass and squeeze
Now I'm dipping bac to the swats
With the 4-4 and a plastic glock
Turned around and I had to stop
Couldn't trap swarn it was cops
Standing there and I still ain't scared
Mac Boney nem must have fled
Only cops is I fear is the feds
On my car flashing blue and red
Damn there they go now its time to dip
Got the 4-4 right my hip
9 millimeter wit a extra clip
Thats what y'all niggas get fucking round wit TIP
Busting at 'em
N cussin at 'em but ain't no shaking 'em
Them bullets that they was busting at me my vest was takin 'em
Making them pigs fall in pain
Turned around 'cause one call my name
Took a hot one to the brain
Yea I died but long live the game
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Songwriters: HOLMES, MARQUINARIUS SANCHEZ / HARRIS, CLIFFORD J.

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Dis for all my niggas who think they hard,
You want to know what's hard(whats hard pimp?)
Going about yo day nigga losing yo life at the end of it
Now that's what's hard (minding my motherfucking business)
Let me tell y'all bout the last day I lived nigga

I'm in the 96 Impala with the gat in my lap
Annihilating any nigga trying 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 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 hoe 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'ma bail? a grap my scale
Get another key and I'ma slang my yayo
Niggas on the westside can't re-up because its a drought
So I check the crack house,
DAMN it sold out
So back to the crib so I can check this stash
Ain't sure about how much dope I had
Got a couple keys 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'z
And my keys to my brand new V put 'em in pocket with the gat to see
Niggas please nigga you holla bout freeze
Put this red dot to ya ass and squeeze
Now I'm dipping bac to the swats
With the 4-4 and a plastic glock
Turned around and I had to stop
Couldn't trap swarn it was cops
Standing there and I still ain't scared
Mac Boney nem must have fled
Only cops is I fear is the feds
On my car flashing blue and red
Damn there they go now its time to dip
Got the 4-4 right my hip
9 millimeter wit a extra clip
Thats what y'all niggas get fucking round wit TIP
Busting at 'em
N cussin at 'em but ain't no shaking 'em
Them bullets that they was busting at me my vest was takin 'em
Making them pigs fall in pain
Turned around 'cause one call my name
Took a hot one to the brain
Yea I died but long live the game

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