| Why? | 
| Yeah, uh-huh, what you see? | 
| What you see? | 
| Uh-huh, uh-huh, who dat? | 
| Damn, how does it feel to see shit change | 
| Like the season? | 
| For no reason, you out of range | 
| It’s strange how time go by | 
| Like tick-tick-tock and you don’t know why | 
| (Why ask why? I live everyday like my last | 
| Take a second, get in check with that nigga in the glass | 
| What he think, how he move, is he ready for action? | 
| In the streets when you snoop, then you soon get a casket) | 
| The tactics, never throw rocks at a glass house | 
| Mind over matter, no matter who spaz out | 
| 'Cause you could do a ten-to-lifer | 
| Pretendin' life ain’t worth it, but you know that you’re hurtin' | 
| (That's why I stay puttin' work in, hood hurtin', some hungry | 
| Out late, trey-eighty, crazy for that blood money | 
| Take this quote from the Book of Life from me | 
| Love hella right, sonny, life ain’t all that funny, when you…) | 
| «Look In the Mirror» «In the Mirror» «In the Mirror» «In the Mirror» | 
| «In the Mirror» «In the Mirror» «Look at yourself» | 
| «Look In the Mirror» «In the Mirror» «In the Mirror» «In the Mirror» | 
| «In the Mirror» «In the Mirror» «Look at yourself» | 
| Ain’t near 'nother like me, that’s one with the streets | 
| Blow on the mic, become one with the beats | 
| Can’t change who I be, you get what you see | 
| Only one way to do it, and that’s B-I-G | 
| (Look, to the day I D, just remember me | 
| Blow a chronic sack, down some Hennessy | 
| Life is a hustle, we buck you for money | 
| I might crack a smile, but ain’t a damn thing funny) | 
| I shoot the dice, I holler «Get 'em girls», all my niggas twirl | 
| Up the pissy and the swishy, this is Smokey’s world | 
| (Stackin' like a hustler, run a good run for two years | 
| Now he got two stores in laundromats, ooh yeah | 
| So wash the dirty off, 'cause if the boy’s burned out | 
| Dinner’s gonna be…) | 
| Since I left the smoke alone, you know my hustle got stronger | 
| Team got more guns, our money got longer | 
| «Look In the Mirror» «In the Mirror» «In the Mirror» «In the Mirror» | 
| «In the Mirror» «In the Mirror» «Look at yourself» | 
| «Look In the Mirror» «In the Mirror» «In the Mirror» «In the Mirror» | 
| «In the Mirror» «In the Mirror» «Look at yourself» | 
| Hey yo, Black African rap, slap your naps with the back of the gat | 
| And smoke a spliff where I traffic the crack | 
| Y’all niggas can’t rhyme, y’all more like a amateur show | 
| Get out of line and the hammer will blow | 
| Goddamn it, the flow have' niggas sayin' «He's so nice» | 
| Supernatural the shit, pa, Rico Price | 
| I’m an African readin' 'bout Stephen Biko’s life | 
| You an addict and thinkin' 'bout how you beat yo wife | 
| Listen, that’s my word, Sean the best rapper you ever heard | 
| That be spittin' that, this and the third | 
| Don’t make me click-clack, put your six-pack on the curb | 
| It is what it is then, and that’s what you deserve | 
| Sean is the shit, fuck it, you want a assist | 
| I throw you the pass, bank shot, two off the glass, bam, bam | 
| «Look In the Mirror» «In the Mirror» «In the Mirror» «In the Mirror» | 
| «In the Mirror» «In the Mirror» «Look at yourself» | 
| «Look In the Mirror» «In the Mirror» «In the Mirror» «In the Mirror» | 
| «In the Mirror» «In the Mirror» «Look at yourself» |