[Intro: Buckshot]
Take a— (Why?)
Look in the mirror— (Yeah, uh-huh)
In the mirror— (What you see?) In the mirror— (What you see?)
In the mirror— (Funky) In the mirror—
In the mi— Look at yourself
Look in the mirror—
In the mirror— (Uh-huh, yeah) In the mirror— (Uh-huh)
In the mirror— In the mirror—
In the mi— Look at yourself (Who that?)

[Verse 1: Buckshot, Steele, Buckshot & Steele]
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 ask why? I live every day like my last
Take a second, get in check with that n***a in the glass
What he think, how he move, is he ready for action
In the streets, when you snooze then you soon get a casket?
The tactics, never throw rocks at a glass house
Mind over matter, no matter who spaz out, uh
'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 (Blood money)
Take this quote from the Book of Life from me
Love hella right, sonny, life ain't all that funny, when you
[Chorus]
Look in the mirror⁠— in the mirror⁠— in the mirror⁠—
In the mirror⁠— In the mirror⁠— In the mi— Look at yourself
Look in the mirror⁠— in the mirror⁠— in the mirror⁠—
In the mirror⁠— In the mirror⁠— In the mi— Look at yourself

[Verse 2: Tek & Louieville Sluggah]
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 pluck you for money
I might crack a smile, but ain't a damn thing funny
I shoot the dice, I holler "Get 'em girls" (Get 'em, girls)
All my n***as twirl (N***as twirl)
Up the pissy in the Swishy, this is Smokey's world
Stackin' like a hustler, run a good run for two years
Now he got two stores, a laundromat, ooh, yeah
To wash the dirty off, 'cause if the boy's burned out
Dinner's gonna be murky, y'all
Since I left the smoke alone, you know my hustle got stronger
Team got more guns, our money got longer

[Chorus: Sean Price]
Look in the mirror⁠— in the mirror⁠— in the mirror⁠—
In the mirror⁠— In the mirror⁠— In the mi— Look at yourself
Look in the mirror⁠— in the mirror⁠— in the mirror⁠—
In the mirror⁠— In the mirror⁠— In the mi— Look at— Take a— (Hey, yo)
[Verse 3: Sean Price]
Black African rap, slap your naps with the back of the gat
And smoke a spliff where I traffic the crack
Y'all n***as can't rhyme, y'all more like a amateur show
Get out of line and the hammer will blow
Goddamn it, the flow have' n***as 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, pop, pop

[Chorus]
Take a look in the mirror⁠— in the mirror⁠— in the mirror⁠—
In the mirror⁠— In the mirror⁠— In the mi— Look at yourself
Look in the mirror⁠— in the mirror⁠— in the mirror⁠—
In the mirror⁠— In the mirror⁠— In the mi— Look at yourself