Twista - Why lyrics

[Twista] The New Testament These are the Street Scriptures for all my riders, n***az, and hoes Let me ask you a question: Why give a b**h fame by sayin' his name? When all I gotta say is you's a b**h Yeah, I'm talkin' to you n***a You ain't no k**a, on the riz-illa So High Beam my n***a, 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 n***a 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 sh** 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 n***az crack 'em beers Straight up that mean mug muthaf**a havin' no fear What the f** You thought I was one of them b**h n***az standin' right here Legit Ballaz is the clique I break bread with n***az 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 sh** This is the New Testament, uh-huh we never dead b**h - NO [Hook] [High Beam] I'll make that damn fool get on his knees and say please b**hes in the neighborhood spreadin' disease Hatin' a** n***az 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 muthaf**az 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 n***az 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 f** 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' d** Saturated with racial hatred result in a slug That's why I stay high, gone off green f**in' up muthaf**az 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 sh** like velcro Get off in the studio f** up the punk that step up got the umm next n***a screamin' "Oh No" Just when you thought that I was gon' fall I f** around and ummm co*k back explode, reload Hit you with some sh** that make you shake and shiver as I deliver Shots from the 4-0 NO-NO!! Got the next n***a screamin'