Fabolous

Keepin` It Gangsta (remix)

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[Jadakiss] D-Block[Styles] True indeed[Jadakiss] Double R[Styles] Yes, true indeed[Jadakiss] Desert Storm[Syles] True indeed(Sheek Lu` where you at?)[Styles] True indeed(Haha, You know how we doin` baby?)[Jadakiss] (Styles)Keepin` it Gangsta, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yoHow many men could you kill? (Let me count all the bullets I got)Many bricks could move, (you can say 20 a block)Many niggas`ll ride (you could fill a football field)(How much money you got?) You think I signed a football deal(My nigga give me the word, I`m gonna kill that lane)You know major league niggas play the kidnap gameHave the kid missin` for days, listen and pray(And I`m kill 6 of your niggas, 6 different waysAnd we still got exza of rhymes) Still gangsta(Try to run up on the guy, that send your legs to your mom)And we still got kilos of coke(Ruff Ryders to the death, ride or die nigga we know the oath)That`s why I`m tryin` to send this metal through your headCause you got me curious, you probably look better when your deadNine by the spine, (5th in the holst)Scum bag it`s them D-Block boys, daddy kissin` the ghost(Comin` through like the "Matrix" in the A-6Triple black leather, six-speed, with the gray stick)Give me the safe, I spit at your faceDouble clip in your mug, then have SP hit it wit mase(And we just caught burners and do me I`ll say this)Your little niggas lookin` up to me like the walls in Green HavenKeep heat and we shank ya, (rob ya and say thank ya)Now that`s keepin` it gangsta (keepin` it gangsta)[Chorus - Fabolous]Ya`ll know whoKeepin` it GangstaWe come throughKeepin` it GangstaYa`ll know how we doKeepin` it GangstaMy whole crewKeepin` it Gangsta[Fabolous] (Paul Cain)Yeah, ok, uh, yeah, uh, yoWe your favorite gangstas, favorite gangstas (do better both)Before these slugs sink hitters, weighs like anchorsWe don`t own clean guns (all our skets is dirtyI toss bullets, New York niggas gel like TestaverdeI don`t keep the scope on the ratchetAnd for the dope I`m gonna catch it)Make sure the joint ain`t point blank so they can`t open your casketMy whole crew (got glocks on `em)In a hurry to shoot, (like they put shot clocks on `em)All that gossip we blast, better see if they possibly hasA V12 ambulance that will get you to a hospital fast(We done came out the cages in shacklesI ain`t call a pager to track youI`m loadin` up gauges to whack youWe been riding togetherAnd us back and forth), it`s like puttin` Saddam Hussein and Bin Laden togetherSoon as you get a crumb, they wanna bury yaThat`s why I travel with a semi, like Eddie in "Coming to America"(Silencers, it sound like it`s hummin` when I`m airin` yaWon`t know you hit, `til your body start numbin` in that area)The kids don`t want to see the toast of mom and daddyPlus we rather be roastin` Charming fattiesIn a toasted armor Caddy(And we come through, with chains glisten and thangs spittin`Hollow shots`ll leave your brain missin`Ghetto F A B (and Paul Cain nigga)We gettin heaps of complaints for Keepin` it Gangsta (Keepin` it Gangsta)[Chorus][Billy Danze]Hey yo, we represent them down ass niggas (OK)M.O.P. (OK), rip rounds at you clown ass niggas (ALL DAY)B Day nigga get up off snooze (*snoring noise*)Don`t make me put your gangsta on the 6 o`clock newsYou ride in a what (what`s up), don`t get it fucked upOr twisted, cause you`ll get it twisted and fucked upAnd die in that truck(be cautious when your walkin` through, be careful who you talkin` too, comes the boom)It`s the livest motherfuckers of the centuryYou niggas is killin` me, you got to be kiddin` me (ah ha ha)Ain`t nobody takin` it and makin` itExtra like dust, throwin` they ass on the record and bless it like Gus(NOW) now about them weak flows, keep those, we eat thoseAs far as meat goes, we keep those, the street knowsThe MO (MO) P is what`s upWe in the cut, Brownsville is heatin` it up (COME ON){Lil` Fame]Yo your ego, why still spit lines that your bitchPlay C low, and spit four five`s at your sixYa`ll don`t really wanna lose your lifeSo I`m gonna smack flames out ya, pick ya money up and roof ya diceYo, you done know were we from (FROM) soldier, come (COME) soldierJump (JUMP) soldier, you been found and your whip`s slumped overWith your gangsta ass, dead and your goneIced out, chain out, with ya brains out, head on your horn (*horn noise*)You (YOU) know (KNOW), who (WHO) be Keepin` it GangstaWith a truck full of goons that fakestaAnd the Brownsville niggas from the pastThat run up, put a hammer to ya gut, and tell ya drop it in the bagYou gangsta, Paul whatever (haha), cause for real if I ever ever (what)Ever ever catch yo ass flippin`, I`m gonna pop a collar (BOOM)Woo mack and when your bitch holla[Chorus]

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