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The New Testament |
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These are the Street Scriptures for all my riders, niggaz, and hoes |
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Let me ask you a question: |
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Why give a bitch fame by sayin' his name? |
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When all I gotta say is you's a bitch |
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Yeah, I'm talkin' to you nigga |
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You ain't no killa, on the riz-illa |
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So High Beam my nigga, get with 'em |
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AHHHHH!! |
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When I look that fool in his face and tell him he's a lie |
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Everybody want a cure but nobody wanna die |
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Put the cash in my face, I might take a try |
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Money motivated that nigga that threw up my sign |
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My wife's on my side with a .9 ready to ride |
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Hold my sixth sense up and ask buddy why |
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Shit get deep in the cold city of Chi |
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Could somebody, anybody tell me why-ay |
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Why-ya-y-yaah |
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Why-ya-y-yaah these boys they wanna try me-eeeee |
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Why-ya-y-yaah |
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Why-ya-y-yaah but these boys don't wanna die-eeeee |
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Why-ya-y-yaah |
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Why-ya-y-yaah now bring them boys to the Chi-eeeee |
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Why-ya-ya-yaah |
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Why-ya-ya-yaah Ahhhhhhhh |
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I'll sacrifice my word and my balls for this here |
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Straight down to earth with my real niggaz crack 'em beers |
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Straight up that mean mug muthafucka havin' no fear |
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What the fuck |
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You thought I was one of them bitch niggaz standin' right here |
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Legit Ballaz is the clique I break bread with |
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Niggaz I bust lead with |
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In the midst of confrontation, high-speed chasin' |
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Bend 'em, and bust 'em and stick 'em, I'm runnin' from the FED's shit |
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This is the New Testament, uh-huh we never dead bitch - NO |
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I'll make that damn fool get on his knees and say please |
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Bitches in the neighborhood spreadin' disease |
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Hatin' ass niggaz starin' and studyin' me |
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Cause I'm fresh up out the bank to get my daughter some cheese |
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But I got somethin' on my side like a lemon to squeeze |
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Lickin' bout a pack up at you muthafuckaz right at the knees |
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Probably givin' somethin' to fools cause the man in need |
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I been deep up in this game for a century |
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Now I'm makin' major moves and stackin' paper is my motto |
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Different day, different gear, hoppin' out a different auto |
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Put it on and I'll be jackin' off louchers like lotto |
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Showin' love to my niggaz who show me love in Chicago |
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It's fair but it's square, for the love of the game or they hate it |
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Many done died, plenty done tried from imitatin' it |
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Fuck what they say, keep faith in this world you'll make it |
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Thank him for everythang and every blessin' but don't fake it |
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Trapped up in this wild life, thinkin' to myself |
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Askin' the Lord for forgiveness and thankin' him for my wealth |
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The block is on low when these slickers ain't plantin' drugs |
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Saturated with racial hatred result in a slug |
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That's why I stay high, gone off green |
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Fuckin' up muthafuckaz lyrically with the Beam |
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Got you and yo boys losin' yo breath like?? |
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Never disrespect a Legit Balla when on the scene |
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Ooh wee I rip shit like velcro |
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Get off in the studio |
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Fuck up the punk that step up got the umm next nigga screamin' "Oh No" |
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Just when you thought that I was gon' fall I fuck around and ummm |
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Cock back explode, reload |
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Hit you with some shit that make you shake and shiver as I deliver |
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Shots from the 4-0 |
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NO-NO!! |
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Got the next nigga screamin' |