Fabolous - "Keepin It Gangsta (Remix)(feat. Styles, Jadakiss, Paul Cain," lyrics

[Jadakiss] D-Block [Styles] True indeed [J] Double R [S] Yes, true indeed [J] Desert Storm [S] True indeed (Sheek Lu' where you at') [S] True indeed (Haha, You know how we doin' baby') [Jadakiss (Styles)] Keepin' it Gangsta, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yo How 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 game Have the kid missin' for days, listen and pray (And I'm kill 6 of your niggas, 6 different ways And we still got exza of rhymes) Still gangsta And we still got kilos of coke (Try to run up on the guy, that send your legs to your mom) (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 head Nine by the spine, (5th in the holst) Cause you got me curious, you probably look better when your dead (Comin' through like the "Matrix" in the A-6 Scum bag it's them D-Block boys, daddy kissin' the ghost Triple black leather, six-speed, with the gray stick) Give me the safe, I spit at your face Double 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 Haven Now that's keepin' it gangsta (keepin' it gangsta) Keep heat and we shank ya, (rob ya and say thank ya) [Chorus - Fabolous] Keepin' it Gangsta Ya'll know who We come through Keepin' it Gangsta Ya'll know how we do Keepin' it Gangsta My whole crew Keepin' it Gangsta [Fabolous (Paul Cain)] Yeah, ok, uh, yeah, uh, yo We your favorite gangstas, favorite gangstas (do better both) Before these slugs sink hitters, weighs like anchors I toss bullets, New York niggas gel like Testaverde We don't own clean guns (all our skets is dirty I don't keep the scope on the ratchet And for the dope I'm gonna catch it) Make sure the joint ain't point blank so they can't open your casket In a hurry to shoot, (like they put shot clocks on 'em) My whole crew (got glocks on 'em) All that gossip we blast, better see if they possibly has A V12 ambulance that will get you to a hospital fast (We done came out the cages in shackles I'm loadin' up gauges to whack you I ain't call a pager to track you We been riding together Soon as you get a crumb, they wanna bury ya And us back and forth), it's like puttin' Saddam Hussein and Bin Laden together That's why I travel with a semi, like Eddie in "Coming to America" (Silencers, it sound like it's hummin' when I'm airin' ya The kids don't want to see the toast of mom and daddy Won't know you hit, 'til your body start numbin' in that area) Plus we rather be roastin' Charming fatties (And we come through, with chains glisten and thangs spittin' In a toasted armor Caddy Hollow shots'll leave your brain missin' We gettin heaps of complaints for Keepin' it Gangsta (Keepin' it Gangsta) Ghetto F A B (and Paul Cain nigga) [Chorus] Hey yo, we represent them down ass niggas (OK) M.O.P. (OK), rip rounds at you clown ass niggas (ALL DAY) [Billy Danze] B Day nigga get up off snooze [snoring noise] Don't make me put your gangsta on the 6 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 when your walkin' through, be careful who you talkin' too, comes the boom) It's the livest motherfuckers of the century Ain't nobody takin' it and makin' it You niggas is killin' me, you got to be kiddin' me (ah ha ha) Extra like dust, throwin' they ass on the record and bless it like Gus (NOW) now about them weak flows, keep those, we eat those As far as meat goes, we keep those, the street knows The MO (MO) P is what's up We in the cut, Brownsville is heatin' it up (COME ON) [Lil' Fame] Yo your ego, why still spit lines that your bitch Play C low, and spit four five's at your six Ya'll don't really wanna lose your life So I'm gonna smack flames out ya, pick ya money up and roof ya dice Yo, you done know were we from (FROM) soldier, come (COME) soldier Jump (JUMP) soldier, you been found and your whip's slumped over With your gangsta ass, dead and your gone You (YOU) know (KNOW), who (WHO) be Keepin' it Gangsta Iced out, chain out, with ya brains out, head on your horn [horn noise] With a truck full of goons that fakesta And the Brownsville niggas from the past That run up, put a hammer to ya gut, and tell ya drop it in the bag You gangsta, Paul whatever (haha), cause for real if I ever ever (what) Woo mack and when your bitch holla Ever ever catch yo ass flippin', I'm gonna pop a collar (BOOM) [Chorus]