Fabolous - Keepin It Gangsta (Remix) lyrics

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(feat. Styles, Jadakiss, Paul Cain, M.O.P.)

[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

(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

Nine 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-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

(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

Keep 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 who

Keepin' it Gangsta

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

We don't own clean guns (all our skets is dirty

I toss bullets, New York niggas gel like Testaverde

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

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

Won't know you hit, 'til your body start numbin' in that area)

The kids don't want to see the toast of mom and daddy

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)


[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

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

Iced out, chain out, with ya brains out, head on your horn [horn noise]

You (YOU) know (KNOW), who (WHO) be Keepin' it Gangsta

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)

Ever ever catch yo ass flippin', I'm gonna pop a collar (BOOM)

Woo mack and when your bitch holla


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