[Verse 1: Beanie Sigel]
Yo – who wanna fuck wit'–the fat boy of the Roc? (Blldddttt!)
"Stick 'em!" Ha, another victim
Mack pullin' capers again
Fuck if that money "Paper Thin"
"Lyte As A Rock" – no light on yo' block
Don't believe in cases
Goin' all out, paintin' faces
Switch my picture, like Trading 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! ("C'mon, Mack, man")
Aye, money, shut the fuck up!
It's only a stick-up
You don't stand a chance, give it quick up
You 'bout to turn into an ambulance pick-up
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 – blatt! blatt! blatt! blatt!
What?

[Hook: Kurupt & Beanie Sigel]
Gangsta, gangsta, tell me how you do it
It seems so simple, like there was nuthin' to it
One more time, run through it, "Everybody hands up!"
"...Alright, hands down, money tucked"
Gangsta, gangsta, tell me how you do it
It seems so simple, like there was nuthin' to it
One more time, run through it, "Everybody hands up!"
"...Alright, hands down, money tucked"
[Verse 2: Beanie Sigel]
I'm on fire like a Molotov cocktail
When high off them cocktails
Dangerous when broke, my aim is no joke
Duct tape, rope, strangle your folks
Box cutter 'cross the throat? (Nope!)
Bang the four 'till it's broke
Preyed on n***as 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
In case a n***a might swing, think it's a might thang
Pull out the right thang, show 'em it's a Spike thang
Make 'em Do The Right Thing, like a Spike Lee joint
Bang that pussy in 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 cheese
Backwoods wrapped, my troop
Won't hesitate to clap ya folks
I'm on tilt like a Raptor throat

[Hook: Kurupt & Beanie Sigel]
Gangsta, gangsta, tell me how you do it
It seems so simple, like there was nuthin' to it
One more time, run through it, "Everybody hands up!"
"...Alright, hands down, money tucked"
Gangsta, gangsta, tell me how you do it
It seems so simple, like there was nuthin' to it
One more time, run through it, "Everybody hands up!"
"...Alright, hands down, money tucked"
[Verse 3: Beanie Sigel]
Mack back now, n***a, all black down n***a
Mack now loaded up wit' black towns, n***a
Frontline, clap down, background n***as
One nine clap crowns, and smack down n***as
Keep rope to hogtie you pork ass n***as
Tucked in the boot, to shoot hoops, you sports ass n***a
Wouldn't shoot a game of pool
8-ball in your corner pocket, stop it
You n***as flippin' Guess jeans profit
Disrespectin' the scale, 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 in that squadda, disrespectin the tar
You n***as wore ass backwards – vest and no gat
Same thing with your hustle – rustled in packs
The bol back on missions
Roc the heat, 'cause the Mack more vicious
Back to snatchin' crack off dishes

[Hook: Kurupt & Beanie Sigel]
Gangsta, gangsta, tell me how you do it
It seems so simple, like there was nuthin' to it
One more time, run through it, "Everybody hands up!"
"...Alright, hands down, money tucked"
Gangsta, gangsta, tell me how you do it
It seems so simple, like there was nuthin' to it
One more time, run through it, "Everybody hands up!"
"...Alright, hands down, money tucked"