Why
(专辑: Legit Ballin' - Vol.2 - 2001)
[Twista] The
New Testament These are the
Street Scriptures for all my riders, niggaz, and hoes Let me ask you a
question: Why give a
bitch fame by saying his name? When all I
gotta say is you's a
bitch Yeah, I'm talking to you nigga You ain't no killa, on the
riz-illa So 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
lie Everybody want a
cure but nobody wanna die Put the
cash in my face, I
might take a
try Money motivated that nigga 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 Shit 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 niggaz crack 'em beers Straight up that mean mug muthafucka having no fear What the
fuck You thought I
was one of them bitch niggaz standing right here Legit Ballaz is the
clique I
break bread with Niggaz I
bust lead with In the
midst of confrontation, high-speed chasing Bend 'em, and bust 'em and stick 'em, I'm running from the
FED's shit This 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 please Bitches in the
neighborhood spreading disease Hating ass niggaz staring and studying me Cause I'm fresh up out the
bank to get my daughter some cheese But I
got something on my side like a
lemon to squeeze Licking bout a
pack up at you muthafuckaz right at the
knees Probably giving something to fools cause the
man in need I
been deep up in this game for a
century Now I'm making major moves and stacking paper is my motto Different day, different gear, hopping out a
different auto Put it on and I'll be jacking off louchers like lotto Showing love to my niggaz 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 imitating it Fuck what they say, keep faith in this world you'll make it Thank him for everythang and every blessing but don't fake it [Hook] [High Beam] Trapped up in this wild life, thinking to myself Asking the
Lord for forgiveness and thanking him for my wealth The
block is on low when these slickers ain't planting drugs Saturated with racial hatred result in a
slug That's why I
stay high, gone off green Fucking up muthafuckaz lyrically with the
Beam Got you and yo boys losing yo breath like ?? Never disrespect a
Legit Balla when on the
scene Ooh wee I
rip shit like velcro Get off in the
studio Fuck up the
punk that step up got the
umm next nigga screaming "Oh No" Just when you thought that I
was gon' fall I
fuck around and ummm Cock back explode, reload Hit you with some shit that make you shake and shiver as I
deliver Shots from the
4-0 NO-NO!! Got the
next nigga screaming