song lyrics
Testaments lyrics

background: "For the rest of my life"

Intro:
Yo a man don t got nothing to die for ain t worth living
youknowhatI msayin? Yo I do this shit for niggas in jail cells, niggas on
the corners hustlin . YouknowhatI msayin? I do this shit from the heart
man.

Verse 1:
Yo I write rhymes for Beemers, Rovers overachievers
O.G.s and young thugs wanna hold heaters
One love real niggas not gettin out to make a deal nigga
I leave a nigga head numb like Bill Snivers
Figure me out my duns pillin Infinities out
I m on some real shit blowin my enemies out
If there s a thrown touchin it I don t condone
Pocket Biggie rule forever don t get it confused, never
My testamony will be death to a phoney MC
You wanna impress me show me a key
Or I suggest we manifest this a drug deal test
Put your coke in the water solidify the rest yeah
Never question this poetry I m manifestin this
Graffitti scriptured my mind paints an easy picture
Analyse every line my scene will vandalise
Mega Montana handle mine yo at night I use to fantasize
Triple beam scheme banana five yo my pen keep the plan alive
I went from misdate to big H my niggas know I keep the shit straight

Cormega talking:
Yeah ya know testaments it s like uncuut raw dope you know? Bag this up
ship this to ever hood knowhatI msayin son? You pump this on your block
this is where I stand for my clinetel you know? Then after that we have em
make distribution of this, word.

Verse 2:
Yo I need stacks of green either rap or cracks to fiends
It s mad trife I seen enditments trap my team
Yo deep thoughts supreme courts decievin me
Trapped in the belly like the beast was conceiving me
Thug status yo son I m above average
When it s time for you to die does love matter?
You ain t sharing nothing payin that and on bail weighing nothing on scale
Nigga you stay frontin me I got plans like niggas who chop grams
See when I eat my niggas  eat
See you wouldn t understand I m too real for you
What you dream I live and breath which means
Don t make me have to kill you play the game
See real niggas stay the same
Y all niggas scarred to play our change
Cause y all forgot the streets where ya came
Shit is real yeah my words sound forbidden still
I write lines for niggas still I wipe dimes who livin ill
I represent excellence my minds and I my third eye a extra clip yet to spit
So never questioned it poetry I m manifestin it
Graffitti filled testament

Cormega talking:
Yeah motherfuckers to east to west the money green on your side the money
green on my side. (ha ha) Let s get it, get it together. Nawmean? That s my
testament. That s what I stand for. Either with me or against me. I m out