New Testament 2K: Street Scriptures Album

Artist(s): Twista

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Tracklist

Street Scriptures (intro)

length: 0:32

Man I'm feeling to go kill every ************ in here
No no, you can't kill every ************ in here
Man I want that paper yo
Kick that mother ****ing door in

Let me up in this *****
Man kick the ************ in right man
Let me up in this *****
Eh! Everyone in this ************ freeze

Everybody in this ************ get up
Get your old *** off that stool
***** come come, come here
Where that **********ing fedi at?

Matter fact where that dude at?
He know where that **** at
His old *** know where that **** at
Man tear this ************ up we gotta find this

Someone shut that ***** at
Shut the **** up *****
Man I said shut her up not pop the ho
Man **** that I wanna find that [unverified]

Man let's hurry up and get the [unverified]
Man find that ****!
Man lets hurry and get the **** out of here

Legit Ballaz

length: 0:33
Feel the heat from our gunfire, when you see us coming
Their your niggas running, wild and heartless and we steady gunning
Don't fuck with a legit baller, don't cut your ass
Come up out the trunk so fast
Y'all will get murdered when the pump go blast
Set this bitch on fire, when we roll on chrome,
smokin' blow in the zone
Kicking up more shit than a broken bone
Don't fuck with a legit baller, steady stackin' money
Getting down and dirty, try to come at the mob and get your body bloody

Havn't you heard off these muderous cats, ballin' for scratch
Niggas shootin' nervous with gats, so hot we circle this drought
I drops them hollows, shots to swallow, my motto be "fuck tommorow"
Sorrows improbable
In Chicago motherfucker, bones get fractured, crumble like crackers
Rush the stage, allow the crowd to witness your massacre
You ain't bone, you're marrow, the lead travels from barrels
Bloody apperal, unravvle, chances is narrow
Thugs get judged when I drop slugs like gavels
Embarrassed and baffled
Got people and cattle getting slaughtered in battles
In gang land, we bang and ride, vibed gettin' high
Ain't no explaining, represcussions if you don't comply
Get ready motherfucker, my city's full of brothers who struggle
Breed's, T's, I's, U's, C's, Four Corner Hustlers
Black souls, magic kings and if gats could sing
My lyrics squeeze desert ease will rock you to sleep

Feel the heat from our gunfire, can you see us coming
Making niggas running, wild and heartless and we steady gunning
Don't fuck with a legit baller, don't cut your ass
Come up out the trunk so fast
Y'all will get murdered when the pump go blast
Set this bitch on fire, when we roll on chrome,
smokin' blow in the zone
Kicking up more shit than a broken bone
Don't fuck with a legit baller, steady stackin' water
When y'all come up shorter
Try to come at the mob and get your body slaughtered

I got love for all niggas yelling out "fuck the police"
I'm a Jeffery Manor Gangsta wit' the mobsta elites
Legit Ballers the family 'til the day that I die
They let the south and the westside hook up in the city of Chi'
Lettin' off rounds, fifty rounds, 'bout to shut you bitches down
From the Manor in that K-Town, I say it's too late now
For you niggas that hate now, better stay out my way now
Before you end up facedown
You motherfuckers don't know a thang about me
I roll wit' G's from Cabrini down to the Ida B's
Lakeside, 9-Tre, the Long City
Wild Hundreds got love for that nigga Nitty
Give me room when my adrenaline rushing
Cause if I go in that trunk, you know I'm 'bout to start dumping
You hear the cries as the bullets fly by
And in the end that motherfucker died

Feel the heat from our gunfire, can you see us coming
Making niggas running, wild and heartless and we steady gunning
Don't fuck with a legit baller, don't cut your ass
Come up out the trunk so fast
Y'all will get murdered when the pump go blast
Set this bitch on fire, when we roll on chrome,
smokin' blow in the zone
Kicking up more shit than a broken bone
Don't fuck with a legit baller, steady stackin' money
Gettin' down and dirty, try to come at the mob and get your body bloody

Hungry, I was lookin' for the fetti', ready
With the mental that was heavy, now her niggas ain't ready
Fuck the Navigator, we was filling holes in that 87' Chevy
Sitting on thirty-thirties
Selling leaf and syrup on the corner trying to stir this
Had a strap with the handle that was pearly
Up early, (?)
Know the game don't scare me, competition better flury or get buried
Either scuffle or scurry, brother hunt the word down
If you want a piece better hurry
Got off our knees and putting arrows on our tip
But there's really no need for you to say we ain't shit
Got up the cheese by telling motherfuckers freeze, and run in their cribs
Now we like to ball legit
Got to get up off the gold and the dick
Roll with a clique of hustlers thats strugglin'
Pistol bustin' and mean muggin'
Get up out the way my armored heavy family huntin'
Cause ain't nothin' gonna stop us from rollin'
Rap flow and the strap holdin', tired of feeling like I'm closed in
In the back, roll in on my ass when we got going
Out the back door like smoking,
and tripping on the brink of success or failure
Momma, I can't call when I'm caught in the thin line
And it's kinda hard to tell ya'
But on the blood of my city, I'm a' keep crawling up the barbed wire
Hold your guns higher, cause ain't none higher

Feel the heat from our gunfire, can you see us coming
Making niggas running, wild and heartless and we steady gunning
Don't fuck with a legit baller, don't cut your ass
Come up out the trunk so fast
Y'all will get murdered when the pump go blast
Set this bitch on fire, when we roll on chrome,
smokin' blow in the zone
Kicking up more shit than a broken bone
Don't fuck with a legit baller, steady stacking bread
And be ready for the armageddon
Try to come at the mob and get your body deadened

Mob Niggas

length: 3:53

Mash & Bang

length: 3:32

On the Map (interlude)

length: 0:18

Ball Wit Us

length: 4:18

Stories

length: 4:27

U Don’t Know Me

length: 3:02

Interlude

length: 0:51

Run

length: 3:32
C'mon, see'mon, RUN

[Hook: x 2]
Vice pull up, what you gon' do - RUN
When blue and white's come, what you gon' do - RUN
If you can't get away then stash the gun
Before you get popped off, have some fun

[Lo]
9 times outta 10, you escape when you run
But if you can't get away then toss the gun
You'll be seein' that county cell
You'll be livin' in county hell

*****z in the bullpen'll erase yo block
Mutha****in' Ricans done stole yo car
You want to see this type of **** - NO
You want to go this type of place - NO

All bullshit aside ***** jail ain't fun
Especially when you can't make yo bail and run
Sittin' in the D-A room talkin' about appeal
They ain't tryin' to hear that ****, be for real

When you hear that you'll be payin' a lot
Tryin' to cop out boy ?? hot
Ain't goin' home cause you ain't got bond
Betcha next time you'll remember to RUN

[Hook: x 2]

[Lo]
Cops see the same old *****z on the block
Cops see the same *****z in the same spot
It ain't they fault that you wasn't on point
26 hundred ?? in the joint

Mad at the ***** that had yo back
Is he the same ***** that had the pack
They knew every place that you hid the dough
So you the mutha****a that wasn't on post

Playin' with them hoes all outta control
Served too slow when PIG's in the hole
If you knew you had a ??
Why the **** you act like ice and froze

What was you thinkin' when you sold that crown
You coulda been bout three blocks down
Hittin' gates and gateways and all that
Kept all the cash, the yay, and the gat

Took you a break, woulda smoked you a blunt
Came back out and shot back up
See'mon, see'mon, and RUN

[Hook: x 2]

[Twista]
Leave the gateway open so I can dip through the back
Smokin' ?? they got in a pack
Tippin' from all the hypes that's pullin' up on bikes
What the hell am I doin' out here servin' with two strikes

*****z don't know I'm trainin' to be a track star
(Whoop, Whoop - Errrrr!) Put yo hands on the car
You must be one of them tight big *****z that's old
But I'm from the bigger number with the rhythm and roll

I hit blocks, dip cops
Kept the knot, dropped the glock, ended up on Wilcox
It don't even matter now cause I done throwed them rocks
Went through a house that I don't know like I was Goldie Locks

I broke a sweat
Now I'm smokin' dro in a Lac
I'm throwin' a pack
****, I ain't never goin' back

If I happen to go to jail, *****z better tryin'
I make a getaway cleverly and never see time cause I'll RUN

[Hook]

Dirty Game

length: 4:08

Why

length: 4:03

Kill Murder

length: 3:32

Scared Straight (interlude)

length: 0:16

Wee Straight

length: 4:19

Peace of Mind (remix)

length: 3:55

Round Here

length: 3:48

Interlude

length: 0:06

How to Ball

length: 4:20

Put That Thang on Me

length: 3:21

Viagra (interlude)

length: 0:35

Getty Up

length: 3:43

Dedication to Tracy Todd (interlude)

length: 0:10

Pray for Me

length: 4:43

Stick Up, Pt. 2

length: 4:52

He Lay

length: 4:30

Would U Mind

length: 4:02

Keep It Real (outro)

length: 0:45