[Jadakiss & Styles P]
D-Block (True indeed)
Double R (Yes, true indeed)
Desert Storm (True indeed)
Sheek Lou', where you at? (Haha, true indeed)
Ha-ha! You know how we doin' baby
Keepin' it gangsta
Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yo
[Jadakiss, Styles P]
How many men could you kill? Let me count all the bullets I got
How many bricks could move? You can say twenty a block
How 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'm kill six of your niggas six different ways
And we still got XL rhymes, still gangsta
Try to run up on the guy, I'll 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 you dead
Nine by the spine, fifth in the holst'
Scum bag, it's them D-Block boys, Daddy, Kiss and the Ghost
Comin' through like "The Matrix" in the A6
Triple black leather, six-speed with the gray stick
Give me the safe, I'll spit at your face
Double clip in your mug then have SP hit it with mace
And we just copped burners, and do me, I'll say this
Y'all little niggas lookin' up to me like the walls in Green Haven
Keep heat and we'll shank ya, rob ya and say thank ya
Now that's keepin' it gangsta
[Fabolous]
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
[Fabolous, Paul Cain]
We your favorite gangstas' favorite gangstas, and duke better bolt
Before these slugs sink in his waves like anchors
We don't own clean guns, all our skets is dirty
I toss bullets, New York niggas jet like Testaverde
I don't keep the scope on the ratchet, for the dope, I'll attach it
Make sure the joint aim 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 you blast, better see if they possibly has
A V12 ambulance that get you to a hospital fast
They let Cain out the cages and 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 putting 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 humming when I'm airing ya
Won't know you hit 'til your body numbing in that area
The kids don't want to see the toast to mom and daddy
Plus we rather be roastin' trauma fatties in a toasted almond Caddy
And we come through with chains glisten and thangs spitting
Hollow shots'll leave your brain missing
Ghetto F-A-B and Paul Cain nigga
We gettin heaps of complaints for keepin' it gangsta
[Fabolous]
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
[Billy Danze]
Hey yo, we represent them down ass niggas (Okay)
M.O.P. (Okay) rip rounds at you clown ass niggas (All day)
BK nigga, 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 when you're walking through)
(Be careful who you talking to, come straight home)
It's the livest motherfuckers of the century
You niggas is killing me, you got to be kidding me (Aha, aha)
Ain't nobody taking it and making it, extra like dust
Showing they ass on the record and bless it like Gus
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 heating it up, come on!
[Lil' Fame]
Fuck your ego, I still spit lines at your bitch
Play Cee-Lo and spit .45s at your six
You don't really wanna lose your life
So I'ma smack flames out ya, pick ya money up and roof ya dice
Yo, you dun' know were we from soldier, come soldier
Dump soldier, you'll be found in your whip slumped over
With your gangsta ass, dead and you gone
Iced out, chain out with ya brains out, head on your horn
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, huh, whatever (Hahaha)
Cause for real if I ever ever (What?) Ever ever
Catch yo ass slippin', I'ma pop a collar (Boom)
Whoa, mack, and when your bitch holla
[Fabolous]
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
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