Текст песни Twista f High Beam - Why
Twista f High Beam - Why слова песни
[Twista]The New TestamentThese are the Street Scriptures for all my riders, niggaz, and hoesLet me ask you a question:Why give a bitch fame by sayin` his name?When all I gotta say is you`s a bitchYeah, I`m talkin` to you niggaYou ain`t no killa, on the riz-illaSo 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 lieEverybody want a cure but nobody wanna diePut the cash in my face, I might take a tryMoney motivated that nigga that threw up my signMy wife`s on my side with a .9 ready to rideHold my sixth sense up and ask buddy whyShit get deep in the cold city of ChiCould somebody, anybody tell me why-ayWhy-ya-y-yaahWhy-ya-y-yaah these boys they wanna try me-eeeeeWhy-ya-y-yaahWhy-ya-y-yaah but these boys don`t wanna die-eeeeeWhy-ya-y-yaahWhy-ya-y-yaah now bring them boys to the Chi-eeeeeWhy-ya-ya-yaahWhy-ya-ya-yaah Ahhhhhhhh[High Beam]I`ll sacrifice my word and my balls for this hereStraight down to earth with my real niggaz crack `em beersStraight up that mean mug muthafucka havin` no fearWhat the fuckYou thought I was one of them bitch niggaz standin` right hereLegit Ballaz is the clique I break bread withNiggaz I bust lead withIn the midst of confrontation, high-speed chasin`Bend `em, and bust `em and stick `em, I`m runnin` from the FED`s shitThis is the New Testament, uh-huh we never dead bitch - NOHook[High Beam]I`ll make that damn fool get on his knees and say pleaseBitches in the neighborhood spreadin` diseaseHatin` ass niggaz starin` and studyin` meCause I`m fresh up out the bank to get my daughter some cheeseBut I got somethin` on my side like a lemon to squeezeLickin` bout a pack up at you muthafuckaz right at the kneesProbably givin` somethin` to fools cause the man in needI been deep up in this game for a centuryNow I`m makin` major moves and stackin` paper is my mottoDifferent day, different gear, hoppin` out a different autoPut it on and I`ll be jackin` off louchers like lottoShowin` love to my niggaz who show me love in ChicagoIt`s fair but it`s square, for the love of the game or they hate itMany done died, plenty done tried from imitatin` itFuck what they say, keep faith in this world you`ll make itThank him for everythang and every blessin` but don`t fake itHook[High Beam]Trapped up in this wild life, thinkin` to myselfAskin` the Lord for forgiveness and thankin` him for my wealthThe block is on low when these slickers ain`t plantin` drugsSaturated with racial hatred result in a slugThat`s why I stay high, gone off greenFuckin` up muthafuckaz lyrically with the BeamGot you and yo boys losin` yo breath like ??Never disrespect a Legit Balla when on the sceneOoh wee I rip shit like velcroGet 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 ummmCock back explode, reloadHit you with some shit that make you shake and shiver as I deliverShots from the 4-0NO-NO!!Got the next nigga screamin`