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    "New Testament Outro" Lyrics

    Yukmouth

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    [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 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 geurrilla family soulja
    taught me how to slang flast 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 figgas, all the makin's of a foul nigga
    Lived off food stamps and medicare stickers
    The first and fifthtenth was like like Thanksgivin 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 berattas, 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, cracked wrapped in plastic
    Triple beam, b-12, and seran wrap, money rubberband 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 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 shit up
    80 Thousand 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 comtinue the saga
    My wife be like a gift from heaven
    I would have been slit my wrist and jumped off a cliff
    From stressin' maldepression
    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 pre-school
    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 worlds 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 Sammie Davis in Vegas
    Smellin' like acres of sticky shit rolled in vegas
    Havin' paper comes with a shit load of haters
    That's why my only friend is my lord and savior
    Fuck them haters

    [Chorus]
    This song was submitted on March 2nd, 2005 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Mike Dean, Jerold Ellis.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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