Текст песни TWISTA - Why
TWISTA - Why слова песни
Текст песни TWISTA - Why
(feat. High Beam)[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 - NO[Hook][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 it[Hook][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'