Long Live Da Game

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

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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...