[Twista]
The New Testament
These are the Street Scriptures for all my riders, niggaz, and hoes
Let me ask you a question:
Why give a bitch fame by sayin` his name?
When all I gotta say is you`s a bitch
Yeah, I`m talkin` to you nigga
You ain`t no killa, on the riz-illa
So High Beam my nigga, get with `em
[High Beam]
AHHHHH!!
[Hook]
When I look that fool in his face and tell him he`s a lie
Everybody want a cure but nobody wanna die
Put the cash in my face, I might take a try
Money motivated that nigga that threw up my sign
My wife`s on my side with a .9 ready to ride
Hold my sixth sense up and ask buddy why
Shit get deep in the cold city of Chi
Could somebody, anybody tell me why-ay
Why-ya-y-yaah
Why-ya-y-yaah these boys they wanna try me-eeeee
Why-ya-y-yaah
Why-ya-y-yaah but these boys don`t wanna die-eeeee
Why-ya-y-yaah
Why-ya-y-yaah now bring them boys to the Chi-eeeee
Why-ya-ya-yaah
Why-ya-ya-yaah Ahhhhhhhh
[High Beam]
I`ll sacrifice my word and my balls for this here
Straight down to earth with my real niggaz crack `em beers
Straight up that mean mug muthafucka havin` no fear
What the fuck
You thought I was one of them bitch niggaz standin` right here
Legit Ballaz is the clique I break bread with
Niggaz I bust lead with
In the midst of confrontation, high-speed chasin`
Bend `em, and bust `em and stick `em, I`m runnin` from the FED`s shit
This is the New Testament, uh-huh we never dead bitch - NO
Hook
[High Beam]
I`ll make that damn fool get on his knees and say please
Bitches in the neighborhood spreadin` disease
Hatin` ass niggaz starin` and studyin` me
Cause I`m fresh up out the bank to get my daughter some cheese
But I got somethin` on my side like a lemon to squeeze
Lickin` bout a pack up at you muthafuckaz right at the knees
Probably givin` somethin` to fools cause the man in need
I been deep up in this game for a century
Now I`m makin` major moves and stackin` paper is my motto
Different day, different gear, hoppin` out a different auto
Put it on and I`ll be jackin` off louchers like lotto
Showin` love to my niggaz who show me love in Chicago
It`s fair but it`s square, for the love of the game or they hate it
Many done died, plenty done tried from imitatin` it
Fuck what they say, keep faith in this world you`ll make it
Thank him for everythang and every blessin` but don`t fake it
Hook
[High Beam]
Trapped up in this wild life, thinkin` to myself
Askin` the Lord for forgiveness and thankin` him for my wealth
The block is on low when these slickers ain`t plantin` drugs
Saturated with racial hatred result in a slug
That`s why I stay high, gone off green
Fuckin` up muthafuckaz lyrically with the Beam
Got you and yo boys losin` yo breath like ??
Never disrespect a Legit Balla when on the scene
Ooh wee I rip shit like velcro
Get off in the studio
Fuck up the punk that step up got the umm next nigga screamin` Oh No
Just when you thought that I was gon` fall I fuck around and ummm
Cock back explode, reload
Hit you with some shit that make you shake and shiver as I deliver
Shots from the 4-0
NO-NO!!
Got the next nigga screamin`
