[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]