New Testament Outro 歌词
| 歌曲 | New Testament Outro |
| 歌手 | Yukmouth |
| 专辑 | Thug Lord: The New Testament |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Dean, Ellis | |
| 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 blast it right | |
| 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 the 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 field 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 | |
| Ville 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 ringup | |
| 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 hav-a-tampa's 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' for fuckin' 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 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 [Chorus] |
| zuo qu : Dean, Ellis | |
| 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' 65 | |
| 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 blast it right | |
| 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 the 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 field 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 | |
| Ville 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, | |
| YA 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 ringup | |
| 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, b12, 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 havatampa' s 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 | |
| RapALot 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 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' for fuckin' 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 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 Chorus |
| zuò qǔ : Dean, Ellis | |
| 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' 65 | |
| 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 blast it right | |
| 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 the 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 field 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 | |
| Ville 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, | |
| YA 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 ringup | |
| 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, b12, 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 havatampa' s 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 | |
| RapALot 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 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' for fuckin' 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 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 Chorus |
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