Low Profile Gangsters - Keep it Gangsta lyrics

[OG Spanish Fly] Now we be ducking and bucking and picture girls while they're s**ing I'm coming harder than f** and other putos be rocking Up on the mic it's cracking, I'm Maniac while I'm rapping The fattest Philly I'm packing while all the Low Pros is jacking In my neighborhood it's all good, the homies are deep I got a four-o and more, I'm getting high and it's all on me Gangster'd out, no doubt, mobbing saying f** it Still rolling hella deep with the homies in a bucket I ain't giving a f**, I started with the gang My homies are here and they got my back I'm drinking a brew, I'm smoking a sack I'm blowing to the brain and I'm sporting all black Ese don't you know I bang Sureno, I'm a fool too Mobbing with the homies loading cuetes saying f** you Drinking, smoking, and busting lines of coke too Dancing, freaking, and f**ing all night long On a regular basis, all to the grill, f** at the pad then off to the hood Drinking a brew and acting a fool, once again ese I thought you knew [Chorus: Royal T (Lil' Rob)] Keep it gangsta homey, keep it gangsta (Spanish Fly tell it like it is till the day we die) Keep it gangsta homey, keep it gangsta (Spanish Fly tell it like it is till the day we die) Keep it gangsta homey, keep it gangsta (Spanish Fly tell it like it is till the day we die) Keep it gangsta homey, keep it gangsta (Spanish Fly tell it like it is ese) [OG Spanish Fly] My life is quicker than ever to grab the mic and deliver Up on a regular basis is how we're handling cases See me disfiguring faces on fools who tripping in places I flash my nine in the sky, I'm getting high till I die I let a shot in the air, cuz where it falls I just don't really care I ride till the wheels fall off and they ain't gonna fall off Rolling with a pistol grip sawed off Bang once and my name's been out Crazy gangster representing the South Westside what I'm talking about, Old Town what I'm talking about k** him and I'm finna bust that sh** Coming through with fifteen and a clip You thought that Maniac would slip Never me, and life's a b**h Cuz strapped with extra clips, air fifteen with a grip of Smiths West on mine, six to the spine, aiming to delete on mines 619 down to bust a rhyme Rest In Peace Speedy, I keep you on my mind It was no doubt your cats are in the mix Leave us two alone and we're coming up on sh** [Chorus] [Silencer] The magical thug with the magical bullet And I'm coming around with a magical spell so Get away, keep away when you see Silencer coming out to get ya What you wanna do, I got the cross-bow Enemies are gonna die and I k** them real slow Picture any toon blazing up at the moon Your time is up, now you die from a bloody wound That's what's gonna happen everytime I come attacking I'm thinking of the weapon and the bodies I be stacking On a mission, I'm packing my ammunition I'm sticking these sons of b**hes for snitching like b**hes motherf**er What you wanna do, are you afraid It's all about the Silencer, that's the name We're some crazy motherf**ers from the West Coast Smoking Mary Jane and we pimp hoes Low Profile coming at you I don't give a f** and I'm here to blast you [Chorus]