[Twista]
The New Testament
These are the Street Scriptures for all my riders, n***az, and hoes
Let me ask you a question:
Why give a b**h fame by sayin' his name?
When all I gotta say is you's a b**h
Yeah, I'm talkin' to you n***a
You ain't no k**a, on the riz-illa
So High Beam my n***a, 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 n***a 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
sh** 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 n***az crack 'em beers
Straight up that mean mug muthaf**a havin' no fear
What the f**
You thought I was one of them b**h n***az standin' right here
Legit Ballaz is the clique I break bread with
n***az 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 sh**
This is the New Testament, uh-huh we never dead b**h - NO
[Hook]
[High Beam]
I'll make that damn fool get on his knees and say please
b**hes in the neighborhood spreadin' disease
Hatin' a** n***az 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 muthaf**az 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 n***az 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
f** 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' d**
Saturated with racial hatred result in a slug
That's why I stay high, gone off green
f**in' up muthaf**az 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 sh** like velcro
Get off in the studio
f** up the punk that step up got the umm next n***a screamin' "Oh No"
Just when you thought that I was gon' fall I f** around and ummm
co*k back explode, reload
Hit you with some sh** that make you shake and shiver as I deliver
Shots from the 4-0
NO-NO!!
Got the next n***a screamin'