Beanie Sigel, Kurupt - Gangsta, Gangsta lyrics

[Beanie Sigel, Kurupt - Gangsta, Gangsta lyrics]

(Yo) Who wanna fuck wit'
The fat boy of the Roc?
(blldddttt) stick em, ha, another victim
Mac pullin' capers again
Fuck with that money paper then
Light as a rock, gonna light up the block
Don't believe in cases, goin all out
Paintin' faces, switch my picture
Like tradin' 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
Ay money, shut the fuck up
It's only a stickup
You don't stand a chance, give it quick up
You 'bout to turn into an ambulance pickup
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
(Blah blah blah blah) what?

Gangsta gangsta, tell me how you do it
It seems so simple
Like there was nothing 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 nothing to it
One more time run through it
Everybody hands up
Alright hands down money tucked

I'm on fire like a Molotov cocktail
I'm high off them cocktails
Dangerous gone broke, my aim is no joke
Duct taped, roped, strangle your folks
Box cut across the throat (nope)
Bang the four 'till it's broke
Prey 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
They gets a might thang
Pull out the right thang
Show em it's a spike thang
Make you 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 cheeze
Backwards wrapped my trough
Won't hesitate to clap ya folks
I'm on tilt like a rapid

Gangsta gangsta, tell me how you do it
It seems so simple
Like there was nothing 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 nothing to it
One more time run through it
Everybody hands up
Alright hands down money tucked

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
Stuffin' the boot to shoot hoops
You sports ass nigga
Wouldn't shoot a game of pool
8 ball in the 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 and that squad
Disrespectin the tar
You niggas wore ass backwards
Vest and no gat same thing with your hustle
Rustled and packed the ball back on missions
Drop the east the mack more vicious
Back to snatch or crack off dishes

Gangsta gangsta, tell me how you do it
It seems so simple
Like there was nothing 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 nothing to it
One more time run through it
Everybody hands up
Alright hands down money tucked

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