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Beanie Sigel - Gangsta, Gangsta lyrics
(feat. Kurupt) [Beanie Sigel] (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? [Chorus: 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 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 Incase 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 and 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 Wont hesitate to clap ya folks I'm on tilt like a rapid (?) [Chorus 2x] [Beanie Sigel] Back now nigga, all black down nigga Mack now, loaded up wit' black towns nigga Frontline, clap down, backround 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' eskell, 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, 'vessinal 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 [Chorus 2x] |
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