Текст песни Beanie Sigel f Kurupt - Gangsta Gangsta
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[Beanie Sigel](Yo) Who wanna fuck wit`, the fat boy of the Roc? (blldddttt) stick em, ha, another victimMac pullin` capers againFuck with that money paper thenLight as a rock, gonna light up the blockDon`t believe in cases, goin all outPaintin` faces, switch my picture, like tradin` placesFor that money what?Everybody hands up, or hands down money tuckedI flip the money trucks, money I don`t give a fuckAy money, shut the fuck upIt`s only a stickupYou don`t stand a chance, give it quick upYou `bout to turn into an ambulance pickupEnough with the cocky stuff, fuck all that stocky stuffDon`t get smacked like a hockey puckI ain`t wit` that rocky stuffI`m strapped got this gat (Blah blah blah blah)What?[Chorus: Kurupt and Beanie 2x]Gangsta gangsta, tell me how you do itIt seems so simple, like there was nothing to itOne more time run through it, everybody hands upAlright hands down money tucked[Beanie Sigel]I`m on fire like a molotov cocktailI`m high off them cocktailsDangerous gone broke, my aim is no jokeDuct taped, roped, strangle your folksBox cut across the throat (nope)Bang the four `till it`s brokePrey on niggas in a circlular patternCatch you playin` craps, car in reverseI`m circlin` backMan I stay up in them dice games, fuck a ice chainA Ice ring, I`m tryin` to come up on some nice changeIncase a nigga might swing, they gets a might thangPull out the right thang, show em it`s a spike thangMake you do the right thing, like a Spike Lee jointBang that pussy and his right knee jointYou get the sergeant and cap couldn`t tell mack (freeze)I`m like a rat dodgin` traps when it come to the cheezeBackwards wrapped my troughWont hesitate to clap ya folksI`m on tilt like a rapid (?)[Chorus 2x][Beanie Sigel]Back now nigga, all black down niggaMack now, loaded up wit` black towns niggaFrontline, clap down, backround niggasOne nine clap crowns, and smack down niggasKeep rope to hogtie you pork ass niggasStuffin` the boot to shoot hoops you sports ass niggaWouldn`t shoot a game of pool8-ball in the corner pocket, stop itYou niggas flippin` Guess jeans profitDisrespectin` eskell, expectin` to sellYou got seeds in ya weed, disrespectin` the LDon`t got 20`s on ya wheels disrespectin` the carYou burnin rubber and that squad, disrespectin the tarYou niggas wore ass backwards, `vessinal gatSame thing with your hustle, rustled and packedThe ball back on missionsDrop the east the mack more viciousBack to snatch or crack off dishes[Chorus 2x]