Gangsta Gangsta Lyrics

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]

 

 

 [Thanks to  outkastlayzie@aol.com  for these lyrics]