feat. Kokane
[Chorus - Kokane]
If you lived my life
You would straight commit suicide
If you look into my eyes of my life
You would straight commit suicide
[Yukmouth]
Lord I sacrafice my life
Just to bring my mama back to life
Just to bring my father back to life
Just to bring my potnas back to life
My father hustled slangin' slabs at night
That got my mama addicted to crack & pipe
Raised in tha mothaf**kin' 6-5 Village with no gas, no lights
Hungry as f**k sleepin' on the floor with an appetite
Me & my sister awake to buckshots & flashin' lights
My father been in jail half his life
Became a black geurrilla family soulja
taught me how to slang flast & fight
Considered me a bastard right
Family be the back stabbin' type
My cousin's tried to have me blasted twice
Y'all niggas live the average life
Raised in tha hills with a wife, then turn gangsta when ya grab the mic
Nigga I only spit tha facts of life
From bein' homeless to sleepin' on them mats at nights
To prayin' for my parents in the afterlife
I still hear whispers, still shiver
Still remember bein' a filthy as* Ville nigga
Payless shoes, rocked clothes from Goodwill nigga
Salvation Army just to eat my next meal nigga
Where they slang to pay the bills nigga
Y'all playin' doorbell ditch, I'm dodgin' bullets with them real killas
Drug dealers with wild figgas, all the makin's of a foul nigga
Lived off food stamps & medicare stickers
Tha first & fifthtenth was like like Thanksgivin' & Christmas
Cause that's tha only time we fitted with food up in the kitchen
Little boys & girls listen
I got so many homies in this world missin' for tryna twirl chickens
Where they taught to pack berattas, stack cheddar
When the Village was termed tha Felix Mitchell, D & Black era
Real goodfellas, tha whole Village was down for whatever
Protected by three letters, crazy like Micheal Shellers
Fool I been round since niggas was screamin' rollers
Comin' down finham
When Felix Mitchell shut tha block didown
I'm from tha block were niggas get killed & shot
While tha neighbors sit in tha window & watch, don't call the cops
I'm from tha block were the twelve year old is gotta play pops
To support my mama & sister, gotta slang rocks
Aim glocks, dodge stray shots, runnin' from cops hoppin' fences
Relentless dreams of havin' a mansion mobbin' Benzes
I used to have visions until I copped my first sentence
For a eleven, three, fifty tossed me a year I straight pimped it
An I lost several ramps, doin' time at camp
Rollin' dice for stamps,Y-A commitment if I bamp
Got out with a plan
Call Garick my man
They whole time I was locked I wrote sh*t like Ice Cream Man
An that's a rigga I call Knumskull my nigga
Lets call the group tha Lunitoonz nigga lets make this scrilla
Hooked up with Chris, Six, & Dru Down my nigga
Dropped this album I'm still slangin' pounds & zippers
Then dropped tha first underground album around niggas
Like Teddy Bohana & Supa Side them down niggas
Around the same time my mama died so tragic
I'm in traffic with gats up under tha mats, cracked wrapped in plastic
Triple beam, b-12, & seran wrap, money rubberband wrapped
Second album goes gold they can't stand that
In 95 tha year my pops died
Start ballin' in 96 when Pac died
Bought me a Lexus, start catchin' hawkeyes
Now my family members tryna Suge Knight me
Tha whole Ville shiesty but now them mothaf**kas don't like me
When I was broke it was all good
When I was smokin' & havin' tampers to tha wood it was all good
I been around tha world & back f**k this small hood
I'm tryna ball & have it all playa we all should
I started off broke as f**k, nigga ain't no way to go but up
Now I'm in a Rover truck, smokin' dro, never sobered up
Drinkin' X-O until I throw it up, nobody can flow like Yuk
Hooked up with Rap-A-Lot nigga blow sh*t up
80 Thousand tha first week nigga put them posters up
Tha first nigga with platinum teeth on tha west coast is Yuk
Niggas probaly get smoked just for standin' close to Yuk
I'm blessed with a son & daughter
It's like tha reincarnation of my mother & father comtinue tha saga
My wife be like a gift from heaven
I would have been slit my wrist & jumped off a cliff
From stressin' maldepression
Life is like a big as* lesson we all go through
Friends you was close to all of a second want to smoke you
They all decietful
I got shot up by a nigga I knew since preschool
His mama & my mama used to be cool
We from tha same street too
That's why I don't creep through
Niggas who rob you & try to kill you ain't yo peoples
Niggas who beat you with desert eagles ain't yo peoples
Niggas who jack you for them kilos that ain't yo peoples
But ain't gonna be no sequel cause next time I'm gonna show em somethin'
Make it out tha hood, niggas act like you owe em somethin'
Niggas want you to throw em somethin'
I've been robbed, stuffed in a trunk then
Dumped in a f**kin' alleyway head lookin' like a pumpkin'
To funkin' with my own cousins
I ask tha lord why I'm tha worlds most hated
Like Pac they want a nigga assassinated
Judges give me hundred G bonds for fake as* cases
Bail out, can't be faded, rock platinum bracelets
Hair braided, jewelry like Sammie Davis in Vegas
Smellin' like acres of sticky sh*t rolled in vegas
Havin' paper comes with a sh*t load of haters
That's why my only friend is my lord & savior
f**k them haters
[Chorus]
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