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Keepin' It Gangsta
Fabolous; styles; Jadakiss; M.O.P.
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D-Block, true indeed
Double R, yes, true indeed
Desert Storm, true indeed
Sheek Louch, where you at? True indeed, haha!
You know what we doin', baby
Keepin' it gangsta
Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yo
How many men could you kill? Let me count all the bullets I got
Many bullets could move? You could say twenty a block
Many niggas'll ride? You could fill a football field
How much money you got? You'd think I signed a football deal
My nigga, give me the word, I'ma kill that lame
You know Major League niggas play the kidnap game
Have the kid missin' for days, listen and pray
And I'ma shoot six in your niggas six different ways
And we still got eggs in Iran, still gangsta
Try to run up on the God, I'll send your legs to your mom
And we still got kilos of chronic
Ruff Ryders 'til the death, ride or die, nigga, we know the oath
That's why I'm tryin' to send this metal through your head
'Cause you got me curious
You'd probably look better when you dead
Nigga by the spot, Fifth and the Host
Nigga, it's them D-Block boys, Daddy, 'Kiss and the Ghost
Comin' through like The Matrix in the 86
Triple black leather, six-speed with the gray stick
Give me the safe, I'll spit at your face
Dump a clip in your mug, then have SP hit it with mace
And we just copped bullets and do me a savings
Y'all old niggas lookin' up to me like the walls in Green Haven
Keep shit and we'll yank ya, rob you and say thank ya
Now that's keepin' it gangsta
[Chorus: Fabolous & (Funkmaster Flex)
Y'all know who, keepin' it gangsta
We come through, keepin' it gangsta
Y'all know how we do, keepin' it gangsta (Yeah)
My whole crew (Okay, yeah)
Keepin' it gangsta
Yo, we your favorite gangsta's favorite gangstas, could do better, boo
Before these hoes sink in his ways like anchors
We don't own clean shit, all our skets is dirty
I toss guns in your bitch jet like Testaverde
I don't keep the scope on the Ruger for the dope I'm patchin'
Make sure the shit aim point blank so they can't open your casket
My whole crew got guns on 'em
Here to hurry the shit like they put shot clocks on 'em
All that gossip you blast, better see if they possibly has
A V12 ambulance that get you to the hospital fast
Feelin' that came out the cages and shackles
I ain't callin' pagers to track you
I'm loadin' up the Glocks to whack you
We been ridin' together and us back and forth
It's like puttin' Saddam Hussein and Bin Laden together
Soon as you get a crumb, they wanna bury ya
That's why I travel with the heat like Eddie in "Coming to America"
Nigga, the shit sound like it's hummin' when I'm airin' ya
Won't know you hit 'til your body numbin' in that area
The kids don't wanna see the shit to mom and daddy
Plus we'd rather be roastin' drummin'
Fatties in a toasted armored Caddy
And we come through with chains glisten
Thangs spittin', hollow tips'll leave your brain missin'
Ghetto ass babies and Paul Cain
We gettin' heaps of complaints for keepin' it gangsta
[Chorus: Fabolous & (Funkmaster Flex)
Y'all know who, keepin' it gangsta
We come through, keepin' it gangsta
Y'all know how we do, keepin' it gangsta
My whole crew keepin' it gangsta
[Verse 3: Billy Danze & (Mopreme)
Ayo, we represent them Down Niggas (Okay)
M.O.P. (Okay), rip rounds at you clown niggas (All day)
B.K. niggas, get up off snooze
Don't make me put your gangsta on the six o'clock news
You ride in a what? (What's up?) Don't get it fucked up
Or twisted, 'cause you'll get it twisted
And fucked up and die in that truck
Be cautious where you walkin' through
Be careful who you talkin' to, come straight home
It's the livest motherfuckers of the century
You niggas is killin' me, you gotta be kiddin' me (Haha, haha)
Ain't nobody takin' it and makin' it extra like us
Showin' they ass on a record and bless it like us
Now, about them weak flows, keep those, we eat those
As far as heat goes, we keep those, the street knows
The M.O. (M.O.) P. is what's up
We in the cut, Brownsville is heatin' it up, come on
Yo, your ego, I still spit lines at your bitch
Play Cee-lo and spit four-fives at your six
You don't really wanna lose your life
So I'ma smack flames out ya, pick your money up and roof your dice
Yo, you done know where we from, soldier, come, soldier, dump, soldier
You'll be found in your whip slumped over
With your gangsta ass dead and you're gone
Iced out, chain out, with your brains out, head on your horn
Nigga, you know who be keepin' it gangsta
With a truck full of goons that's faked up
And them Brownsville niggas from the past
That run up, put a hammer to your
Gut and tear your dropper in the back
You gangsta, pa, whatever, haha
'Cause for real, if I ever, ever (What?) ever, ever
Catch a nigga slippin', I'ma pop a collar
Boom, won't matter when your bitch holla
Y'all know who, keepin' it gangsta
We come through, keepin' it gangsta
Y'all know how we do, keepin' it gangsta
My whole crew keepin' it gangsta