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- Yukmouth - New Testament (Outro) Lyrics
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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]
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