| The New Testament
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| These are the Street Scriptures for all my riders, niggas, and hoes
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| Let me ask you a question:
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| Why give a bitch fame by sayin' his name?
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| When all I gotta say is you’s a bitch
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| Yeah, I’m talkin' to you nigga
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| You ain’t no killa, on the riz-illa
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| So High Beam my nigga, get with 'em
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| AHHHHH!
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| When I look that fool in his face and tell him he’s a lie
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| Everybody want a cure but nobody wanna die
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| Put the cash in my face, I might take a try
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| Money motivated that nigga that threw up my sign
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| My wife’s on my side with a .9 ready to ride
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| Hold my sixth sense up and ask buddy why
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| Shit get deep in the cold city of Chi
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| Could somebody, anybody tell me why-ay
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| Why-ya-y-yaah
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| Why-ya-y-yaah these boys they wanna try me-eeeee
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| Why-ya-y-yaah
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| Why-ya-y-yaah but these boys don’t wanna die-eeeee
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| Why-ya-y-yaah
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| Why-ya-y-yaah now bring them boys to the Chi-eeeee
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| Why-ya-ya-yaah
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| Why-ya-ya-yaah Ahhhhhhhh
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| I’ll sacrifice my word and my balls for this here
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| Straight down to earth with my real niggas crack 'em beers
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| Straight up that mean mug muthafucka havin' no fear
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| What the fuck
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| You thought I was one of them bitch niggas standin' right here
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| Legit Ballaz is the clique I break bread with
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| Niggas I bust lead with
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| In the midst of confrontation, high-speed chasin'
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| Bend 'em, and bust 'em and stick 'em, I’m runnin' from the FED’s shit
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| This is the New Testament, uh-huh we never dead bitch — NO
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| Hook
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| I’ll make that damn fool get on his knees and say please
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| Bitches in the neighborhood spreadin' disease
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| Hatin' ass niggas starin' and studyin' me
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| Cause I’m fresh up out the bank to get my daughter some cheese
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| But I got somethin' on my side like a lemon to squeeze
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| Lickin' bout a pack up at you muthafuckaz right at the knees
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| Probably givin' somethin' to fools cause the man in need
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| I been deep up in this game for a century
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| Now I’m makin' major moves and stackin' paper is my motto
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| Different day, different gear, hoppin' out a different auto
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| Put it on and I’ll be jackin' off louchers like lotto
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| Showin' love to my niggas who show me love in Chicago
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| It’s fair but it’s square, for the love of the game or they hate it
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| Many done died, plenty done tried from imitatin' it
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| Fuck what they say, keep faith in this world you’ll make it
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| Thank him for everythang and every blessin' but don’t fake it
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| Hook
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| Trapped up in this wild life, thinkin' to myself
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| Askin' the Lord for forgiveness and thankin' him for my wealth
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| The block is on low when these slickers ain’t plantin' drugs
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| Saturated with racial hatred result in a slug
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| That’s why I stay high, gone off green
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| Fuckin' up muthafuckaz lyrically with the Beam
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| Got you and yo boys losin' yo breath like ??
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| Never disrespect a Legit Balla when on the scene
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| Ooh wee I rip shit like velcro
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| Get off in the studio
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| Fuck up the punk that step up got the umm next nigga screamin' «Oh No»
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| Just when you thought that I was gon' fall I fuck around and ummm
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| Cock back explode, reload
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| Hit you with some shit that make you shake and shiver as I deliver
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| Shots from the 4−0
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| NO-NO!
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| Got the next nigga screamin' |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Why , by - High BeamSong from the album Twista Presents New Testament 2K: Street Scriptures, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп