(feat. High Beam)

[Twista]

The New Testament
These are the Street Scriptures for all my riders, ^!$$%z, and hoes
Let me ask you a question:

Why give a (*##$ fame by sayin' his name?
When all I gotta say is you's a (*##$
Yeah, I'm talkin' to you ^!$$%

You ain't no killa, on the riz-illa
So High Beam my ^!$$%, 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 ^!$$% 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
%#@! 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 ^!$$%z crack 'em beers

Straight up that mean mug mutha$#&@a havin' no fear
What the $#&@
You thought I was one of them (*##$ ^!$$%z standin' right here

Legit Ballaz is the clique I break bread with
^!$$%z 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 %#@!
This is the New Testament, uh-huh we never dead (*##$ - NO


[Hook]

[High Beam]

I'll make that damn fool get on his knees and say please
(*##$es in the neighborhood spreadin' disease
Hatin' $$# ^!$$%z 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 mutha$#&@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 ^!$$%z 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
$#&@ 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
$#&@in' up mutha$#&@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 %#@! like velcro
Get off in the studio
$#&@ up the punk that step up got the umm next ^!$$% screamin' "Oh No"
Just when you thought that I was gon' fall I $#&@ around and ummm

@@#! back explode, reload
Hit you with some %#@! that make you shake and shiver as I deliver
Shots from the 4-0
NO-NO!!
Got the next ^!$$% screamin'