Gangsta, Gangsta - Kurupt Lyrics - The Reason - 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? 

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 

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 (?) 

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 

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