[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'