Why lyrics

Artist  : Twista 
Song : Why



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 "Why"
(feat. High Beam)

[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 bit*h fame by sayin' his name?
When all I gotta say is you's a bit*h
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 muthaf**ka havin' no
fear
What the f**k
You thought I was one of them bit*h 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
bit*h - NO

[Hook]

[High Beam]
I'll make that damn fool get on his knees and say
please
Bit*hes in the neighborhood spreadin' disease
Hatin' as* 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 muthaf**kaz 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
f**k 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
f**kin' up muthaf**kaz 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 sh*t like velcro
Get off in the studio 
f**k up the punk that step up got the umm next
nigga screamin' "Oh No"
Just when you thought that I was gon' fall I f**k
around and ummm
Cock back explode, reload
Hit you with some sh*t that make you shake and
shiver as I deliver
Shots from the 4-0
NO-NO!!
Got the next nigga screamin'