Man I remember when it used to be cool
to leave ya screen door open
And let the mosquitos and
Look mama and them play whistle
So I'ma play tackle football with my friends
I guess them times is gone
I wish I had em' back instead of
watchin' brothers fiz- all
Catch em' out on every track,
Sweet avenues with dead ends,
neighborhoods with antens
the days of Little League
Pop Warner and Boy Scouts,
the Old Singing Boys Club
Voodoo to go to school not thinkin'
sellin' dope and drinkin'
I guess we're livin' in the last days
Cause in the last days the
Plagues, brothers killin' brothers,
Youngsters tryin' to earn
I'll be a sucker if I don't pull ya ho card
I used to be soft but now
I got a mirror in my pocket and
Mirror, mirror make the call
Who's the hardest of them all
I got a mirror in my pocket
and I practice lookin' hard
Fools say shit, I can't help that shit's in me
It's automatic cause what's
It's my mad at the world look
sometimes I catch myself too
Mean muggin' folks that did
But now it shouldn't have to be this way
Fools say, I don't care what nobody say
The other man got me this way
I'm fresh out the pen and out
Been fillin' out all kinds
of applications to make a grip
in' about no computer chip
It takes that to make a J- O- B in the 93
But a J- O- B in 93 consists
Jobs like the oil refinery
I'd rather work in Napa at the winery
got a mirror in my pocket and
I make sure that my mirror's there
I got a mirror in my pocket and
Mirror, mirror make the call
Who's the hardest of them all
I come from a broken up home
Every since I was a youth I
Meet me after school nigga
Ya talked about my mammy now
I'm always on the offense side,
I'm not a Charles nor a Larry
Scared that I might lose it and chop
I be quick to clobber a motherfucker
Nobody likes me on my father's
They can't stand me cause they think
that I'm sellin' that candy
I kid you not, all bullshit to the side
I got 20,000 niggas in my organization
I gets juiced off the underground doja
You know that Click shit,
It makes me feel like I want to
Got me a baggy full of broccoli
I feel crafty, I mean that
got a mirror in my pocket
and I practice lookin' hard
I make sure that my mirror's there
I got a mirror in my pocket and
Mirror, mirror make the call
Who's the hardest of them all