Текст песни Beanie Sigel f Memphis Bleek - The Reason
Beanie Sigel f Memphis Bleek - The Reason слова песни
(Chorus) Scratching w/ Background voice[Beanie Sigel]Aiyyo Memph what`s wrong with these niggas man?These niggas ain`t sayin shit manThese niggas on mute manI`ma make you blind motherfuckers feel some realAiyyo the guc is here dog I`m back to workI took time off a couple niggas had to get hurtDue to the fact they wack and wasn`t strappedPackin they gat, now they layin` flatIn six in green (you know wut i mean?)Man I need a new gat for thatYo, I`m the coke copper plus the rock chopperDown wit M. Bleek, the Marcy prock clockerOne wreck, the other destroyAnd with that bullshit vest on, I`m killin` your boysI don`t play when it come to yaeI cop cook and collect my dough in one dayBook rock and collect my dough at one showFalse looks, Memph let one go from the floor[Memphis Bleek]Yo, yoWell I`m known to be the master in the M.C. fieldOh-oh got respect, oh-one I stillTote guns to the show and then I jet wit a hoeBitch niggas want to front and get clappedGet on the floor, clap a second timeAnd make sure I flat-line youLet a whole round go, hit niggas behind youSee the gleam on the glock, know the beam on topGet shot, popped, and drop, yo the team is the RocAs I glance at Mack, a-k-a B-SigelKnow we comin` with the macks and the extra EaglesI`m not playin, you dudes know what I`m sayin`I make a call to my dogs, them niggas comin` through sprayin`What you sayin?(Chorus)[Sigel]I`m puttin heads to beads, gun straight out the boxB-Sige, I put up all the roofs and glocksI`m not playin, see these guns that I`m sprayin?Twin sub oozies, can`t budge or move meNickels stay chubby, smokers never choosyDon`t gotta yell up the block, they come to mePacks with colorful tops just like coochiesNew jacks with they pack they like, who he?I`m not playin, knock them things off quickGot game still think off shitWhat you say?[Bleek]With a partner like Sigel, don`t come a dime a dozenWe could be brothers, we better known as cousinsAs we climbed the chart with who the fuck want whatMy hood to your hood, we showed the world crew loveWho wanna play with that Roc-A-team?Know that I tote that thing that knock sixteenYou walk around talkin` this and thatHow I sound like Jay and all my records is wackBut when I dropped the LP, niggas thought it would foldThirty days later, Coming of Age went goldWhat you sayin?(Chorus)[Sigel]Now party people it`s time for this questionNo knock knock, who`s that? who`s there? or who is it?It`s the M-A-C-KYes the gun clapper, the duct tape, rope, black mask and kidnapperThe flow dope, the beats just blazinLike Luther Vandrow says, yo `I am so amazing and I`ve been waiting`For a sucker to attack the cat with two gatsYo Bleek, you got my back, show `em how we do[Bleek]Yo, I fight fire with fire, I make crews retireI spit 9 to 5 nines, Bleek for hireYour crew murderize, see the guns that I`m bringinIn an all out battle, Bleek come out swingin`Memph the type of nigga that`ll spit off quickBiggs push the Benz and we spin off quickTake a sip of the Cris pour the Belvy with limeCrack the Arma del Lope and then I`m goin for mineSo what you sayin?