Gangsta, Gangsta

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Beanie Sigel] Yo – who wanna fuck wit'–the fat boy of the Roc? (Blldddttt!) "Stick 'em!" Ha, another victim Mack pullin' capers again Fuck if that money "Paper Thin" "Lyte As A Rock" – no light on yo' block Don't believe in cases Goin' all out, paintin' faces Switch my picture, like Trading Places For that money – what? "Everybody hands up!" Or hands down, money tucked I flip the money trucks – money, I don't give a fuck! ("C'mon, Mack, man") Aye, money, shut the fuck up! It's only a stick-up You don't stand a chance, give it quick up You 'bout to turn into an ambulance pick-up Enough with the cocky stuff, fuck all that stocky stuff Don't get smacked like a hockey puck I ain't wit' that Rocky stuff I'm strapped, got this gat – blatt! blatt! blatt! blatt! What? [Hook: Kurupt & Beanie Sigel] Gangsta, gangsta, tell me how you do it It seems so simple, like there was nuthin' to it One more time, run through it, "Everybody hands up!" "...Alright, hands down, money tucked" Gangsta, gangsta, tell me how you do it It seems so simple, like there was nuthin' to it One more time, run through it, "Everybody hands up!" "...Alright, hands down, money tucked" [Verse 2: Beanie Sigel] I'm on fire like a Molotov cocktail When high off them cocktails Dangerous when broke, my aim is no joke Duct tape, rope, strangle your folks Box cutter 'cross the throat? (Nope!) Bang the four 'till it's broke Preyed on niggas in a circlular pattern Catch you playin' craps – Car in reverse, I'm circlin' back Man, I stay up in them dice games Fuck a ice chain, a ice ring – I'm tryin' to come up on some nice change In case a nigga might swing, think it's a might thang Pull out the right thang, show 'em it's a Spike thang Make 'em Do The Right Thing, like a Spike Lee joint Bang that pussy in his right knee joint You get the sergeant and cap couldn't tell Mack ("Freeze!") I'm like a rat, dodgin' traps when it come to the cheese Backwoods wrapped, my troop Won't hesitate to clap ya folks I'm on tilt like a Raptor throat [Hook: Kurupt & Beanie Sigel] Gangsta, gangsta, tell me how you do it It seems so simple, like there was nuthin' to it One more time, run through it, "Everybody hands up!" "...Alright, hands down, money tucked" Gangsta, gangsta, tell me how you do it It seems so simple, like there was nuthin' to it One more time, run through it, "Everybody hands up!" "...Alright, hands down, money tucked" [Verse 3: Beanie Sigel] Mack back now, nigga, all black down nigga Mack now loaded up wit' black towns, nigga Frontline, clap down, background niggas One nine clap crowns, and smack down niggas Keep rope to hogtie you pork ass niggas Tucked in the boot, to shoot hoops, you sports ass nigga Wouldn't shoot a game of pool 8-ball in your corner pocket, stop it You niggas flippin' Guess jeans profit Disrespectin' the scale, expectin' to sell You got seeds in ya weed, disrespectin' the L Don't got 20's on ya wheels, disrespectin' the car You burnin' rubber in that squadda, disrespectin the tar You niggas wore ass backwards – vest and no gat Same thing with your hustle – rustled in packs The bol back on missions Roc the heat, 'cause the Mack more vicious Back to snatchin' crack off dishes [Hook: Kurupt & Beanie Sigel] Gangsta, gangsta, tell me how you do it It seems so simple, like there was nuthin' to it One more time, run through it, "Everybody hands up!" "...Alright, hands down, money tucked" Gangsta, gangsta, tell me how you do it It seems so simple, like there was nuthin' to it One more time, run through it, "Everybody hands up!" "...Alright, hands down, money tucked"