[Verse 1]

Bloody murder, crime, drugs, folks smokin'

Man I remember when it used to be cool to leave ya screen door open

And let the mosquitos and the flies sneak in

Look mama and them play whistle

So I'ma play tackle football with my friends

I guess them times is gone cause like a wishbone

I wish I had em' back instead of watchin' brothers fiz-all

Catch em' out on every track, bar, street, boulevards

Sweet avenues with dead ends, neighborhoods with antens

Whatever happened to the days of Little League

Pop Warner and Boy Scouts, the Old Singing Boys Club

Voodoo to go to school not thinkin'

Too busy smokin' weed, sellin' dope and drinkin'

I guess we're livin' in the last days

Cause in the last days the Bible speaksof AIDS

Plagues, brothers killin' brothers, earthquakes

Youngsters tryin' to earn stripes as a work face

I'll be a sucker if I don't pull ya ho card

I used to be soft but now I'm hard

Fuckin' nigga, I practice lookin' hard



[Hook]

I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin' hard

Mirror, mirror make the call

Who's the hardest of them all

I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin' hard

Right before I go to bed

I make sure that my mirror's there



[Verse 2]

Take yo mean face off partner why ya muggin' me

Fools say shit, I can't help that shit's in me

It's automatic cause what's mine ain't even took

It's my mad at the world look

I said I feel ya man, sometimes I catch myself too

Mean muggin' folks that did no harm to me or my crew

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 the system for years

Been fillin' out all kinds of applications to make a grip

But I don't know nothin' about no computer chip

It takes that to make a J-O-B in the 93

But a J-O-B in 93 consists of paper rarely

Jobs like the oil refinery

I'd rather work in Napa at the winery

And then ya wonder why I'm stubborn

Forever lookin' hard, I been scarred



[Hook]

I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin' hard

Right before I go to bed

I make sure that my mirror's there

I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin' hard

Mirror, mirror make the call

Who's the hardest of them all



[Verse 3]

Can't tell me shit, I come from a broken up home

Every since I was a youth I thought that I was grown

Meet me after school nigga and we can get it on

Ya talked about my mammy now I'm goin' upside ya dome

I got a complex problem, my guard stay up

I'm always on the offense side, don't test my nuts

I'm not a Charles nor a Larry but I'm scary

Scared that I might lose it and chop you with my piece berry

I deep into my shit and it's straight like that

I be quick to clobber a motherfucker with my Flintstone bat

Nobody likes me on my father's side of the family

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

Now which one of y'all niggas down to ride

I gets juiced off the underground doja

You know that Click shit, that independent shit

It makes me feel like I want to

Got me a baggy full of broccoli and a crooked eye 22

I feel crafty, I mean that but I feel great



[Hook]

I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin' hard

Right before I go to bed

I make sure that my mirror's there

I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin' hard

Mirror, mirror make the call

Who's the hardest of them all



[Various ad-libs]