Текст (слова) песни: Twista f High Beam - Why

[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 sayin` his name?
When all I gotta say is you`s a bitch
Yeah, I`m talkin` 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 havin` no fear
What the fuck
You thought I was one of them bitch niggaz standin` right here
Legit Ballaz is the clique I break bread with
Niggaz 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 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 spreadin` disease
Hatin` ass niggaz 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 muthafuckaz 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 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 imitatin` it
Fuck 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
Fuckin` up muthafuckaz 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 shit like velcro
Get off in the studio
Fuck up the punk that step up got the umm next nigga screamin` "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 screamin`

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Twista f High Beam - Why [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 sayin` his name? When all I gotta say is you`s a bitch Yeah, I`m talkin` 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 havin` no fear What the fuck You thought I was one of them bitch niggaz standin` right here Legit Ballaz is the clique I break bread with Niggaz 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 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 spreadin` disease Hatin` ass niggaz 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 muthafuckaz 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 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 imitatin` it Fuck 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 Fuckin` up muthafuckaz 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 shit like velcro Get off in the studio Fuck up the punk that step up got the umm next nigga screamin` "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 screamin` Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Why: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/119/1/15210.html Все тексты песен: Twista f High Beam » Twista f High Beam - Why Рекомендуем скачать: » Яна Симон - Залётная птица » Яков Кофман - Если в душе твоей песня звучит... » Ярослав Хоречко - Красная Шапочка » Яков Коган - Душа » Яков Коган, Ануар Будагов - Любовь » Яков Кофман - (Из цикла Анекдоты) » Яна Симон - Игорю Качуре » Яков Кофман - (Из цикла Анекдоты) » Яна Симон - Не при пудре-парике в тронной зале... » Яков Кофман - Перестройка, перестройка, перестройка... » Яков Кофман - (Из цикла Анекдоты) » Яков Коган - Назначение иудея » Яна - Голубь » Яков Кофман - Гимн факультета » Ярослав Юдин - Если хочешь » Янка Дягилева - Медведь выходит на охоту » Яков Коган - Давно ли цвел зеленый дол... » Яков Кофман - (Из цикла Анекдоты) » Яков Кофман - (Из цикла Анекдоты) » Яков Кофман - Абитуриент-93 (монологи вслух и про себя)
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