Testify

[Intro: NOE] Whattup people This is NOE, Baltimore Beast man Dipset, Byrdgang Jim Jones, waddup, Max B, Jha, waddup It's not a game man I feel like man, I had to, I had to vent over this track man It's outta necessity, ya know It's outta necessity How vain it is to sit down and write When a lotta y'all muthafuckas ain't stood up to live Listen [Verse 1: NOE] When the wind blows, it carries my struggle And all the pain that I bear There's a consequence of learning to smuggle For learning how to bag it up and piss out clean pee To bag a quarter key of dope and piss out green tea I learned it in a cell when I spent a couple years, piss clear You couldn't even tell when I went Man I welcome all the hell that I see Zeus fucks with me, it's like I declare celibacy I prefer my offense cuz it's more fun to run it and score But I'm reminded what the guns is for And I'm reminded what the purpose of hard-slumming was for To publish and leave y'all lames runnin' for sure But I prefer to crash when niggas hurt for cash When they cut small slabs for the hard white to last Tell everybody that An argument with me usually ends with cops screaming "Everybody back" So don't cross my line For months I ain't toss up the 9 Not sayin' that it don't cross my mind Last time i checked I ain't have a good beat on what's right from wrong Or what's life from song You see the way I'm slaying New York And I done went to war here to earn a major pay in New York So of course I draw quicker, I'm sicker than most So when I sneeze it's to I pick up the toast It's y'all blessing, I deep-earth 'em I make 'em a deep person He paid wit' his life, I hope the lord rebirth him A long way from jinglin' change And I'm eons away from a transcript and singlin' names In the strip club singlin' dames Here's a 100, hang around, cuz I too hate to mingle with lames See, life is just a spender in time So when I get behind the mic I see the world Pretend that it's mine [Chorus: NOE] Will you testify for half of the street Or join in on a bloodbath in the street Survive my nigga If you wanna get up Better get with the Byrdgang (Repeat) [Verse 2: Max B] I can pipe, right? I can type, right? Mines is real, nigga what ya life like I come in ya spot with the ice bright Splurge in hotspots, score on dyke night Spurrin the droptop, all if the price right Some like Max, some wanna be like Mike Some like stacks, some wanna be type light Head crack the nigga's ass up, he like dice We can cop but we still take ices Big nigga, big figures, 6 digit, base prices We all through your globe again All through your hoes again Verse 2, same shit, through ya hoes again This shit is just like smack up your nose again The world is kinda small, can't you feel the shit closing in? Max will put a bullet hole through your clothes again Or shoot at ya foes, it's all for the dough again [Chorus: NOE] Will you testify for half of the street Or join in on a bloodbath in the street Survive my nigga If you wanna get up Better get with the Byrdgang (Repeat) [Verse 3: Jim Jones] Streets ain't the same (Naw, it's different) My ear to the pavement But I think I hear the streets saying names (yeah, they snitching) So as a G I'm ashamed (ashamed) But I just put the racks for the skis on the Range (Im still ballin tho) And I dropped 50 stacks to put the piece on the chain (Byrdgang) See I jumped knee-deep in the game (I'm all in it) Cuz I don't need it like (Nah, mu'fucka) Cuz I don't wanna fry (nope) Byrdgang, big Coupes is what we wanna ride (You hear that?) G5s, big planes is what we wanna fly (We fly high!) All that plus honor our pride (Dipset!) Without that fuck it, well fuck it, you rather die (Cowards!) So all my life I just wanted a chance (One chance!) But I'm still running around with the gun in my pants (It's fucked up!) Put the vest on daily Why you eatin Chow, up in the mess all fairly (I'm taking the whips) I try to tell the game that it's best y'all kill me (Rap Police!) Momma told me slow up cuz the stress gon' kill me (I hear you ma) Cuz they ain't loving you (Nah, they ain't love me) Naw, they just loving the bad guy They don't give a fuck, they just wanting the crack high (huh?) But we don't give a fuck, we just want the dough to stack high (That diego) To the ceiling, oh what a feeling (Tryna blow!) Tryna get cake like George from Beantown (Let's do it!) Head outta state is how I seen town (9-5!) You wouldn't believe the cake I see now (We ballin'!) (talking) See how simple that is motherfuckers? It's Byrdgang You know the slogan, we fly high Dipset is the army motherfucker, then you got the marines, then you got the motherfuckin special forces, then you got the Goons Which one of them you wanna get approached by? Understand your motherfuckin place motherfucker Dont get outta pocket cause we ain't no pool game 8 ball corner pocket bang Tito rough in the building that why i love him smell me? We like them blues brothers we keep them dark boys on Could you see what we see? All we see is green, but we still riding that five, it's eastside till we die Byrdgang, wouldn't have it no other way Good night ladies and gentlemen! [Chorus: NOE] Will you testify for half of the street Or join in on a bloodbath in the street Survive my nigga If you wanna get up Better get with the Byrdgang (Repeat)