Why

(feat. High Beam)

Twista
The New Testament
These are the Street Scriptures for all my riders, , and hoes
Let me ask you a question:
Why give a b*tch fame by sayin' his name?
When all I gotta say is you's a b*tch
Yeah, I'm talkin' to you nigg*
You ain't no killa, on the riz-illa
So High Beam my nigg*, 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 nigg* 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
s**t 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 crack 'em beers
Straight up that mean mug muth*fka havin' no fear
What the fk
You thought I was one of them b*tch standin' right here
Legit Ballaz is the clique I break bread with
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 s**t
This is the New Testament, uh-huh we never dead b*tch - NO

Hook

High Beam
I'll make that d*mn fool get on his knees and say please
girls in the neighborhood spreadin' disease
Hatin' as* 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 muth*fkaz 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 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
fk 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' drugs
Saturated with racial hatred result in a slug
That's why I stay high, gone off green
fkin' up muth*fkaz 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 s**t like velcro
Get off in the studio
fk up the punk that step up got the umm next nigg* screamin' "Oh No"
Just when you thought that I was gon' fall I fk around and ummm
c*ck back explode, reload
Hit you with some s**t that make you shake and shiver as I deliver
Shots from the 4-0
NO-NO!!
Got the next nigg* screamin'