*featuring Kurupt
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[Beanie Sigel]
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(Yo) Who wanna fuck wit', the fat boy of the Roc?
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(blldddttt) stick em, ha, another victim
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Mac pullin' capers again
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Fuck with that money paper then
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Light as a rock, gonna light up the block
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Don't believe in cases, goin all out
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Paintin' faces, switch my picture, like tradin' places
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For that money what?
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Everybody hands up, or hands down money tucked
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I flip the money trucks, money I don't give a fuck
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Ay money, shut the fuck up
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It's only a stickup
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You don't stand a chance, give it quick up
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You 'bout to turn into an ambulance pickup
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Enough with the cocky stuff, fuck all that stocky stuff
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Don't get smacked like a hockey puck
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I ain't wit' that rocky stuff
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I'm strapped got this gat (Blah blah blah blah)
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What?
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[Chorus: Kurupt and Beanie 2x]
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Gangsta gangsta, tell me how you do it
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It seems so simple, like there was nothing to it
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One more time run through it, everybody hands up
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Alright hands down money tucked
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[Beanie Sigel]
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I'm on fire like a molotov cocktail
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I'm high off them cocktails
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Dangerous gone broke, my aim is no joke
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Duct taped, roped, strangle your folks
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Box cut across the throat (nope)
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Bang the four 'till it's broke
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Prey on niggas in a circlular pattern
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Catch you playin' craps, car in reverse
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I'm circlin' back
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Man I stay up in them dice games, fuck a ice chain
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A Ice ring, I'm tryin' to come up on some nice change
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Incase a nigga might swing, they gets a might thang
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Pull out the right thang, show em it's a spike thang
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Make you do the right thing, like a Spike Lee joint
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Bang that pussy and his right knee joint
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You get the sergeant and cap couldn't tell mack (freeze)
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I'm like a rat dodgin' traps when it come to the cheeze
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Backwards wrapped my trough
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Wont hesitate to clap ya folks
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I'm on tilt like a rapid (?)
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[Chorus 2x]
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[Beanie Sigel]
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Back now nigga, all black down nigga
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Mack now, loaded up wit' black towns nigga
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Frontline, clap down, backround niggas
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One nine clap crowns, and smack down niggas
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Keep rope to hogtie you pork ass niggas
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Stuffin' the boot to shoot hoops you sports ass nigga
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Wouldn't shoot a game of pool
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8-ball in the corner pocket, stop it
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You niggas flippin' Guess jeans profit
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Disrespectin' eskell, expectin' to sell
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You got seeds in ya weed, disrespectin' the L
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Don't got 20's on ya wheels disrespectin' the car
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You burnin rubber and that squad, disrespectin the tar
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You niggas wore ass backwards, 'vessinal gat
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Same thing with your hustle, rustled and packed
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The ball back on missions
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Drop the east the mack more vicious
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Back to snatch or crack off dishes
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[Chorus 2x]
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Gangsta, Gangsta
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| Beanie Sigel |
