Twista: Why

[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'