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