For Mi Ni**** Lyrics - The Reason - Beanie Sigel

Ayo! Light that shit the fuck up man! 

[Daz] 

Y'all niggas get ready to get high! 

What we doin in here y'all, huh? 

Everybody partyin, smokin, bullshittin 

Drinkin, c'mon 

[HOOK:] 

This for my niggas on the east coast rollin 

Tinted up Suburban, in the streets swervin 

All my niggas in the street wit caine 

Muh'fucka which street you claim? Put your glock up 

This is for my niggas on the west coast bouncin 

Six-four rollin, three wheel motion 

All my dogs on the block just loc'n 

Nigga put your rag up, playa put your flag up 

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[Verse 1] 

B Mack in the mix again, I'm startin shit again 

I'm in the club with the fifth again 

West coast niggas sippin gin 

East coast niggas Belvedere, cranberry nigga mix it in 

I'm in the back where it's dark as hell 

Shit you know me, VIP, nigga spark the L 

And I come to roll a ounce or more, bounce wit whores 

Shit all my niggas strapped what all the bouncers for 

Whether deuce or Sig on Crenshaw Ave 

I'ma, get them bitches, get that cash 

I'ma, hit them switches, lift them spokes 

I'ma, push that chicken, get that coke 

I'ma, rock them dickies, Air Force Ones 

Til the, feds come get me air out guns 

From the, P H I LL Y, to the, L B C to C P T, uh 

[HOOK] 

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[Verse 2] 

I'm on the block til the pack get sold 

Don't pack just roll 

Hit L.A. like Shaq and Kob' 

Nigga please, got trees Aculpulco gold 

Got connects with the heat got the gats on hold 

All my niggas vatos locos holmes ese's 

SA's with SK's a fuck if the cops come holmes 

That's right fuck coppers holmes 

We bust choppers holmes 

We on the block sent them choppers on 

Twenty niggas wit they khaki's creased 

That'll clap police, that sling crack on the back of streets 

Or twenty niggas on the back of blocks 

That sling caps and rocks, who won't hesitate to clap the cops 

Whether I, push the truck to pick up clucks 

To get they feathers knocked off, then they get dropped off 

From pickin up bitches, hittin switches 

St Ives to Ingbing I'ma do my thing, yo 

[HOOK] 

[Verse 3] 

All my playas who rock tan trees and chuck tails 

Say fuck they PD's and duck jail 

Rock wife beaters with the plaided shirts 

Only top button buttoned, ready to buck somethin 

You fuckin wit a gangsta rookie 

Don't gangsta lookie 

Shoot up your feet make you gangsta boogie 

Shoot up your jeep if you gangsta look me 

What you think this sweet? What you eat, nigga gangsta cookies? 

Call state to the Staples Center 

The four quake'll put staples in ya 

Nigga zip up your stomach 

Rip up your younguns, make you pay to get 'em 

That's how we play to get 'em, never pay for pigeons 

Whether I, push the truck to pick up clucks 

To get they feathers knocked off, then they get dropped off 

From pickin up bitches, hittin switches 

St Ives and Ingbing I'ma do my thing, yo 

[HOOK 2X] 

[Daz] 

Yeah, (I make 'em walk) 

Beanie Sigel and that nigga Daz Dillinger (and Kurupt) 

Dogg Pound Roc La Familia (Dogg Pound) 

For life, do it like that, put your hands up! 

(Kurupt) 

Make them switches bounce nigga 

California put your hands up nigga 

Jump over the moon, I wanna hear the gate start to twitchin nigga 

Don't play no games fool 

And walk on 'em, yeah, and walk on 'em 

Uh, and make 'em walk, yeah, my nigga Beans... 

Bouncin, bouncin...