(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 couldnc12