[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]