Kurupt - Gangsta, Gangsta lyrics

[Beanie Sigel] (Yo) Who wanna f** wit', the fat boy of the Roc? (blldddttt) stick em, ha, another victim Mac pullin' capers again f** 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 f** Ay money, shut the f** 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 co*ky stuff, f** 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? [Hook: Kurupt and Beanie 2x] 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 [Beanie Sigel] I'm on fire like a molotov co*ktail I'm high off them co*ktails 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 n***as in a circlular pattern Catch you playin' craps, car in reverse I'm circlin' back Man I stay up in them dice games, f** a ice chain A Ice ring, I'm tryin' to come up on some nice change In case a n***a 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 p**y 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 (?) [Hook 2x] [Beanie Sigel] Back now n***a, all black down n***a Mack now, loaded up wit' black towns n***a Frontline, clap down, background n***as One nine clap crowns, and smack down n***as Keep rope to hogtie you pork a** n***as Stuffin' the boot to shoot hoops you sports a** n***a Wouldn't shoot a game of pool 8-ball in the corner pocket, stop it You n***as 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 n***as wore a** 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 [Hook 2x]