[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]