Gangsta, Gangsta

[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"