Fabolous - Keepin It Gansta lyrics

D-Block True indeed Double are Yes, true indeed Desert Storm True indeed (Sheek Lu' where you at?) True indeed (Ha ha, You know how we doin' baby?) Keepin' it Gangsta, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yo How many men could you k**? (Let me count all the bullets I got) Many bricks could move, (you can say 20 a block) Many n***as'll ride (you could fill a football field) (How much money you got?) You think I signed a football deal (My n***a give me the word, I'm gonna k** that lane) You know major league n***as play the kidnap game Have the kid missin' for days, listen and pray (And I'm k** 6 of your n***as, 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 d**h, ride or die n***a 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 n***as 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] Y'all 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 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 n***as 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 want to 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 be (and Paul Cain n***a) We gettin' heaps of complaints for Keepin' it Gangsta (Keepin' it Gangsta) [Chorus] Hey yo, we represent them down a** n***as (OK) M.O.P. (OK), rip rounds at you clown a** n***as (All day) B Day n***a 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 f**ed up Or twisted, cause you'll get it twisted and f**ed 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 motherf**ers of the century You n***as is k**in' me, you got to be kiddin' me (ah ha ha) Ain't nobody takin' it and makin' it Extra like dust, throwin' they a** 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) Yo your ego, why still spit lines that your b**h Play see low, and spit four five's at your six Y'all don't really want to 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 a**, dead and your 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 n***as from the past That run up, put a hammer to ya gut, and tell ya drop it in the bag You gangsta, Paul whatever (ha ha), cause for real if I ever ever (what) Ever ever catch yo a** flippin', I'm gonna pop a collar (Boom) Woo mack and when your b**h holla [Chorus]