Jim Jones - Testify lyrics

NOE: Whattup people This is NOE, Baltimore Beast man Dipset, Byrdgang Jim Jones, waddup, Max B, Jha, waddup It's not a game man I feel like man, I had to, I had to vent over this track man It's outta necessity, ya know It's outta necessity How vain it is to sit down and write When a lotta y'all muthaf**as ain't stood up to live Listen Verse 1 NOE: When the wind blows, it carries my struggle And all the pain that I bear There's a consequence of learning to smuggle For learning how to bag it up and piss out clean pee To bag a quarter key of dope and piss out green tea I learned it in a cell when I spent a couple years, piss clear You couldn't even tell when I went Man I welcome all the hell that I see Zeus f**s with me, it's like I declare celibacy I prefer my offense cuz it's more fun to run it and score But I'm reminded what the guns is for And I'm reminded what the purpose of hard-slumming was for To publish and leave y'all lames runnin' for sure But I prefer to crash when n***as hurt for cash When they cut small slabs for the hard white to last Tell everybody that An argument with me usually ends with cops screaming "Everybody back" So don't cross my line For months I ain't toss up the 9 Not sayin' that it don't cross my mind Last time i checked I ain't have a good beat on what's right from wrong Or what's life from song You see the way I'm slaying New York And I done went to war here to earn a major pay in New York So of course I draw quicker, I'm sicker than most So when I sneeze it's to I pick up the toast It's y'all blessing, I deep-earth 'em I make 'em a deep person He paid wit' his life, I hope the lord rebirth him A long way from jinglin' change And I'm eons away from a transcript and singlin' names In the strip club singlin' dames Here's a 100, hang around, cuz I too hate to mingle with lames See, life is just a spender in time So when I get behind the mic I see the world Pretend that it's mine Hook NOE: Will you testify for half of the street Or join in on a bloodbath in the street Survive my n***a If you wanna get up Better get with the Byrdgang (Repeat) Verse 2 Max B: I can pipe, right? I can type, right? Mines is real, n***a what ya life like I come in ya spot with the ice bright Splurge in hotspots, score on dyke night Spurrin the droptop, all if the price right Some like Max, some wanna be like Mike Some like stacks, some wanna be type light Head crack the n***a's a** up, he like dice We can cop but we still take ices Big n***a, big figures, 6 digit, base prices We all through your globe again All through your hoes again Verse 2, same sh**, through ya hoes again This sh** is just like smack up your nose again The world is kinda small, can't you feel the sh** closing in Max will put a bullet hole through your clothes again Or shoot at ya foes, it's all for the dough again Hook Verse 3 Jim Jones: Streets ain't the same (Naw, it's different) My ear to the pavement But I think I hear the streets saying names So as a G I'm ashamed But I just put the racks with the skis on the Range And I dropped 50 stacks to put the piece on the chain See I jumped knee-deep in the game Cuz I don't need it like (naw, mu'f**a) Cuz I don't wanna fry (nope) Byrdgang, big Coupes is what we wanna ride G5s, big planes is what we wanna fly All that plus honor our pride Without that f** it, well f** it, you rather die So all my life I just wanted a chance But I'm still running around with the gun in my pants The vest on daily Why you eatin Chow, up in the mess all fairly I try to tell the game that it's best y'all k** me Momma told me slow up cuz the stress gon' k** me Cuz they ain't loving you Naw, they just loving the bad guy They don't give a f**, they just wanting the crack high But we don't give a f**, we just want the dough to stack high To the ceiling, oh what a feeling Tryna get cake like George from Beantown Head outta state is how I seen town You wouldn't believe the cake I see now Hook