Fabolous - "Keeping It Gangsta (Remix)" lyrics

[Jadakiss] D-Block [Styles] True indeed [J] Double R [S] Yes, true indeed [J] Desert Storm [S] True indeed [S] True indeed (Sheek Lu' where you at') (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 (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 head Cause you got me curious, you probably look better when your dead Scum bag it's them D-Block boys, daddy kissin' the ghost Nine by the spine, (5th in the holst) (Comin' through like the "Matrix" in the A-6 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 Keep heat and we shank ya, (rob ya and say thank ya) (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) [Chorus - Fabolous] Ya'll know who Keepin' it Gangsta Keepin' it Gangsta We come through Keepin' it Gangsta Ya'll know how we do My whole crew Keepin' it Gangsta [Fabolous (Paul Cain)] We your favorite gangstas, favorite gangstas (do better both) Yeah, ok, uh, yeah, uh, yo We don't own clean guns (all our skets is dirty Before these slugs sink hitters, weighs like anchors I don't keep the scope on the ratchet I toss bullets, New York niggas gel like Testaverde And for the dope I'm gonna catch it) Make sure the joint ain't point blank so they can't open your casket My 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 has A V12 ambulance that will get you to a hospital fast (We done came out the cages in shackles I ain't call a pager to track you I'm loadin' up gauges to whack you We been riding 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 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 In 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 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 You niggas is killin' me, you got to be kiddin' me (ah ha ha) Ain't nobody takin' it and makin' it (NOW) now about them weak flows, keep those, we eat those Extra like dust, throwin' they ass on the record and bless it like Gus 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 So I'm gonna smack flames out ya, pick ya money up and roof ya dice Ya'll don't really wanna lose your life 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 With a truck full of goons that fakesta Iced out, chain out, with ya brains out, head on your horn [horn noise] You (YOU) know (KNOW), who (WHO) be Keepin' it Gangsta 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) Ever ever catch yo ass flippin', I'm gonna pop a collar (BOOM) Woo mack and when your bitch holla [Chorus]