Long Live Da Game

YEA.. Dis for all my niggas 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] I'm in the 96 Impala with the 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 the trap and a crib to relax Now my indictment was a secret and thats the way that they keep it If I ain't have a ho givin head to the feds Comin bac tellin me exactly what they said I'm 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 the hell I'mma bail? a grap my scale Get another key and I'mma slang my yayo Niggas on the westside can't re-up becuz 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 keyz 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 keyz to my brand new V put 'em in pocket with the gat to see Niggas pleeze nigga you holla bout freeze Put this red dot to ya ass and squeeze Now I'm dippin bac to the swats With the 4-4 and a plastic Glock Turned around and I had to stop Couldn't trap swarn it wuz cops Standin there and I still ain't scared Mac Boney nem must have fled Only cops is I fear is the feds On my car flashin blue and red Damn there dey go now its time to dip Got the 4-4 right my hip 9 millimeter wit a extra clip Dats what yall niggas get fuckin round wit TIP Bustin at 'em N cussin at 'em but ain't 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 the brain Yea I died but LONG LIVE THA GAME..