Sanchez Holmes - Long Live da Game lyrics

[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 n***as who think they hard Ok, n***a, I'll tell you what's hard, pimp (What's hard pimp?) Going about your day, n***a, losing your life at the end of it n***a, that's what's hard, n***a (Minding my muthaf**in' business, that sh** was f**ed 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 n***a 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, "f** they jail" n***as 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' n***a, you holler 'bout freeze Put this red dot to your a** 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 n***as get f**ing 'round with TIP 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