Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song New Testament Outro, artist - Yukmouth. Album song 18k - The Golden Era: Deluxe Edition, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.11.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Smoke-A-Lot
Song language: English
New Testament Outro |
If you lived my life |
You would straight commit suicide |
If you look into my eyes of my life |
You would straight commit suicide |
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 |