Sittin' white but I still ain't scared, Mac Boney 'em must have fled
And my keys to my brand new V
Damn there they go now it's time to deal
Get another key and I'm a slang my ya
Weigh it up, cook it up, then chop it down
But before I leave the house I can't dip without grabbin' my G'z
And that's the way that they keep it
Only cops is I fear is the feds on my car flashin' blue an' red
Put 'em in pocket so I'm a get blue jeans
I'm in the 96 Impala with the gat in my lap
So I check the crack house, damn it sold out
Put this red dot to your ass an' squeeze
Look 'em in the face and say fuck their jail
Turned around and I had to stop, couldn't trap sworn it was cops
Ain't sure about how much dope I had
Now back to the crib so I can check this stash
I got a crib in the trap and a crib to relax
Now I'm dippin' back to the swats, with the 4-4 and a plastic glock
What the hell I'm a bail, a grab my scale
[Incomprehensible] nigga you had 'bout three
Got a couple keys in the safe right now
Now I'm ready to go and pick up my fetti
Long as I got another ounce to sell
Annihilating any nigga tryin' to work in my trap
If I ain't have a hoe givin' head to the feds
Got the 4-4 right by my heal
I'm a dead man walkin', waitin' on time in jail
Now my indictment was a secret
Bustin' at 'em an' cursin' at 'em but ain't no shakin' 'em
Every day I feel like he on my trail
I have the Feds got me tapped so to keep em' off of my back
Nigga that's what's hard, minding my motherfuckin' business
Niggaz on the west side cant re-up because it's a drought
Comin' back tellin' me exactly what they said
9 millimeter with a extra clip
But I'll die before I let 'em stop my mail
Ok nigga, I'll tell you what's hard up yo, whats hard up yo?
Goin' about your day nigga losin' your life at the end of it
Let me tell ya'll 'bout the last day I lived in my life
Makin' them pigs fall in pain, turned around 'cause one call my name
Them bullets that they was bustin' at me my vest was takin'
That's what ya'll niggaz get fuckin' 'round with TIP
