Timbaland - Scriptures Lyrics



Scriptures Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ayy, thick white b*tch, Iggy
Bust on her back, Ricky
Only tote Glocks, I'm picky
We'll make n*ggas get out of the city
Ay, hurt my thumb loadin' the K
Turned to a opp, they lead him astray
You know when I'm talking them killers obey
Like, "Go put that young n*gga head on display"
Free my n*ggas, it ain't gon' be long
They ain't forget who ain't pick up the phone
Keep tryna diss me, he tryna get known
The corner gon' know you when we take your soul

[Chorus]
I run with murderers, killers
b*tch get wet, rivers
Then get cut off, scissors
I speak the truth, scriptures
Big chopstick got wood, splinters
Don't see in the mirror that's a mixture
Got richer and bought me a Richard
I still give my hitman your picture (Go get him)

[Verse 2]
These n*ggas broke, we fixed
You can shoot at my hoe but you know you gon' miss (Try it)
Look at these VVS, how these b*tches hit
My wrist dripping like I done slitted this b*tch
Jet on the way to Dominico
Lil' b*tch threw me off, too much Silicon (Word)
I bought the whip with the ceiling gone (Ceiling gone)
Countin' dead faces in the living room (In the living room)
Ten bedrooms but I live alone (Live alone)
Chops in this b*tch, I ain't here alone
If I'm beefing with him, his family should cherish they time
'Cause he won't be here long
Y'all been beefing for a year long (Y'all n*ggas playing)
Ain't nobody died yet? (Nobody died yet?)
I don't know what would happen if a n*gga snatch my chain
'Cause ain't nobody tried that

[Chorus]
I run with murderers, killers
b*tch get wet, rivers
Then get cut off, scissors
I speak the truth, scriptures
Big chopstick got wood, splinters
Don't see in the mirror that's a mixture
Got richer and bought me a Richard
I still give my hitman your picture (Go get him)