New Testament Outro

[Hook - 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 sacrifice 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 and pipe Raised in the motherfuckin' 6-5 Village with no gas, no lights Hungry as fuck sleepin' on the floor with an appetite Me and my sister awake to buckshots and flashin' lights My father been in jail half his life Became a black guerilla family soulja Taught me how to slang, blast, and 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 the hills with a wife, then turn gangsta when ya grab the mic Nigga I only spit the 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 ass 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 figures, all the makin's of a foul nigga Lived off food stamps and Medi-Cal stickers The first and fifteenth was like like Thanksgiving and Christmas Cause that's the only time we fitted with food up in the kitchen Little boys and girls listen I got so many homies in this world missin' for tryna twirl chickens Where they taught to pack Beretta's, stack cheddar When the Village was termed the Felix Mitchell, D and Black era Real goodfellas, the 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 the block didown I'm from the block were niggas get killed and shot While the neighbors sit in the window and watch, don't call the cops I'm from the block were the twelve-year-old is gotta play pops To support my mama and 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 shit like Ice Cream Man An that's a rigga I call Knumskull my nigga Lets call the group the Lunitoonz nigga lets make this scrilla Hooked up with Chris Hicks and Dru Down my nigga Dropped this album I'm still slangin' pounds and zippers Then dropped the first underground album around niggas Like Teddy Bohana and Supa Side them down niggas Around the same time my mama died so tragic I'm in traffic with gats up under the mats with crack wrapped in plastic Triple-beam, b-12, and Saran wrap, money rubber band-wrapped Second album goes gold they can't stand that In 95 the 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 The whole Ville sheisty but now them mothafuckas don't like me When I was broke it was all good When I was smokin' and havin' tampers to the wood it was all good I been around the world and back fuck this small hood I'm tryna ball and have it all playa we all should I started off broke as fuck, nigga, ain't nowhere to go but up Now I'm in the Rover truck, smoking '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 shit up 80,000 the first week, nigga, put them posters up Tha first nigga with platinum teeth on the west coast is Yuk Niggas probaly get smoked just for standin' close to Yuk I'm blessed with a son and daughter It's like the reincarnation of my mother and father continue the saga My wife be like a gift from heaven I would have been slit my wrist and jumped off a cliff From stressing mal-depression Life is like a big ass lesson we all go through Friends you was close to all of a sudden want to smoke you They all deceitful; I got shot up by a nigga I knew since preschool His mama and my mama used to be cool We from the same street too That's why I don't creep through Niggas who rob you and 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 the 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 fuckin' alleyway, head lookin' like a pumpkin' To funkin' with my own cousins I ask the lord why I'm the world's most hated Like 'Pac, they want a nigga assassinated Judges give me hundred G bonds for fake-ass cases Bail out, can't be faded, rock platinum bracelets Hair braided, jewelry like Sammy Davis in Vegas Smelling like acres of sticky shit rolled in Vega's Havin' paper comes with a shit load of haters That's why my only friend is my lord and savior Fuck them haters [Hook]