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