T.i. - Long Live Da Game Lyrics

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That's right want time for your mind?

It sad for you all my niggaz who think they hard

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

Nigga that's what's hard minding my motherfuckin' business

Let me tell ya'll 'bout the last day I lived in my life

I'm in the 96 Impala with the gat in my lap

Annihilating any nigga tryin' 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 hoe givin' head to the feds

Comin' back 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'm a bail a grab my scale

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Get another key and I'm a slang my ya

Every day I feel like he on my trail

Look 'em in the face and say fuck their jail

Niggaz on the west side cant 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 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 so I'm a get blue jeans

[Incomprehensible] nigga you had 'bout three

Put this red dot to your ass an' squeeze

Now I'm dippin' back to the swats with the 4-4 and a plastic glock

Turned around and I had to stop couldn't trap sworn it was cops

Sittin' white but I still ain't scared Mac Boney 'em must have fled

Only cops is I fear is the feds on my car flashin' blue an' red

Damn there they go now it's time to deal

Got the 4-4 right by my heal

9 millimeter with a extra clip

That's what ya'll niggaz get fuckin' 'round with TIP

Bustin' at 'em an' cursin' at 'em but ain't no shakin' 'em

Them bullets that they was bustin' at me my vest was takin'

Makin' them pigs fall in pain turned around 'cause one call my name

Took a hot one to the brain yeah I died but long live the game

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