Lyrics:
on wheels, you can tell that I'm so real
Cause I come through with the beard
You think it's weird
But it's all clear by the whole show
The AMC, check it out,
to saddle up the Tontos cause I'm the Lone Ranger
I eat dinner with Jews but don't talk to strangers
I'm just a few albums from filling your disc changer
If
quite a lot. maybe that's normal when the band's not
On the scene for a while. but after that it feels really good to have,
Actually, a new album ready
[Twista]
The New Testament
These are the Street Scriptures for all my riders, niggas, and hoes
Let me ask you a question,
Why give a bitch fame
the drop Regal
Do what, a Twista, Caddy, Po-Pimp sequel
On my way to the club, peek-a-boo motherfucka
But first I gotta roll one, for my people
Hate us
I feel—I feel compelled to[01:40.71]I—I was inspired by other outros like Note to Self by J. Cole on 2014[01:51.24]I listen to the whole album top
Twista they ain't knocked you off your pivot yet
Nope!
It's just me against the world and I won't lose
No I can't lose, I'm a born winner
These
tell a tale about this broad that thought she played me out
Yes, I was impressed, by the sex in her ass
W-U-I-S her, Versacci, down like Fran, dress
Once upon a time in the sha there was three real killas who bust guns and puff fire
They cut weight by the key and baggin' every gram
Instead? bustin'
me see you (w-work the bitch)
Uh, drop it to the flo'
Are you worthy of fuckin' with a (p-pimp like me)
When the Twista get her in the bed after I get
Seventh flo' with the 'dro now, nineteenth flo' by the rocks now
Gettin' paper make me feel like
Let me see all of my gangsters come up in Chi-Town
Let me
see you work the bitch, drop it to the flo'
Are you worthy of fuckin' with a pimp like me?
When the Twista get her in the bed
After I get the head I
[Twista]
The New Testament
These are the Street Scriptures for all my riders, niggas, and hoes
Let me ask you a question,
Why give a bitch fame
I just rolled a backwood of some s**t ion know the name to
Tryna keep composure kuz a n***a on that drank too
I just realized won’t no day go by that
got no choice, or better yet no voice
But still by that time I hope to write enough rhymes
To own a fleet real estate with a Rolce Royce
Rollin' deep
murder in the lot
My nigga got popped with a bullet that was meant for me
The adapt by T's and be 's and the regencies
Fuck what the reason be, I'ma
a grudge, but no love
So I don't give a muthafuck if you killin' me
I'm pissin' out headshots, protestin' my mobstability
[Chorus]
[Twista]
If I'm not
in broad daylight
The only way you live if it don't spray right
But you out your death wish so if I miss you'll be facin barrels by midknight
[Intro]
This goes out to all riders worldwide
Let that playa ass nigga Twista be your guide as we go on a ride
Where playa hatin killers and the hood
a-maybe do that
Uh by time I get to doin'
You know she's breakin' my back
She go the radar workin'
Workin' overtime
She got the radar workin'
Topedoes
Matten zum Kiffen
Ihr produziert Scheiße wie Kaffee und Kippen
Dass dein Album Opfer ist spielt
Jetzt mittlerweile auch keine Rolle
Mehr, denn deine
Schwanz
Sie war läufig jetzt ist sie tot
Es waren sechs Meter neunzig
Wir wollen batteln
Doch niemand nimmt es mit uns auf
Ihr wollt ein Album
Niemand nimmt
Dach überm Kopf wie 'n Drop-top, heute Top-Notch
Komplotte gegen SpongeBOZZ, ich bekomme mein Gold nicht Fort Knox
Gruß an die Fans, mein Album wurd zu
entkommen
Verbrenn' MCs auf jedem Song
Es reicht 'ne Rassel und 'ne Bongo
Heb' dich hoch, werf' dich lachend in die Sonne
Album auf der Eins, was hattet
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