[Twista]
The New Testament
These are the Street Scriptures for all my riders, niggas, 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]
Ah!

[Chorus]
When I look that fool in his face and tell him he's a lie
Everybody want a cure but nobody want to 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 yeah why yeah
Why yeah why yeah these boys they want to try me
Why yeah why yeah
Why yeah why yeah but these boys don't want to die
Why yeah why yeah
Why yeah why yeah now bring them boys to the Chi
Why yeah why yeah
Why yeah why yeah

[High Beam]
I'll sacrifice my word and my balls for this here
Straight down to earth with my real niggas crack 'em beers
Straight up that mean mug motherfucker havin' no fear
What the fuck
You thought I was one of them bitch niggas standin' right here
Legit Ballas is the clique I break bread with
Niggas 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

[Chorus]

[High Beam]
I'll make that damn fool get on his knees and say please
Bitches in the neighborhood spreadin' disease
Hatin' ass niggas 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 motherfuckers 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 niggas 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 everything and every blessin' but don't fake it

[Chorus]

[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 motherfuckers lyrically with the Beam
Got you and yo boys losin' yo breath like ?
Never disrespect a Legit Balla when on the scene
Oh 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 goin' 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'

Writer : TAYLOR, CALVIN E. (GENE)
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing