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Fabolous( John David Jackson )
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Keepin It Gangsta (Remix) (Bonus Track)
D Block, true indeed Double R, yes, true indeed Desert Storm, true indeed Sheek Lu' where you at? Aah, true indeed Haha, you know how we doin' baby? 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'ma kill that lane You know major league niggas play the kidnap game Have the kid missin' for days, listen and pray And I'ma kill 6 of your niggas, 6 different ways
And we still got extra 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 S P 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
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 (Yeah, okay, 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 a ratchet 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 V 12 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 gages 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' Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
Silencers, it sound like it's hummin' when I'm airin' ya Won't know you hit, 'til your body 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
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
Hey yo, we represent them down ass niggas, okay M O P, okay, rip rounds at you clown ass niggas, all day B Day nigga get up off snooze 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 motherfucers of the century You niggas is killin' me, you got to be kiddin' me, aha, aha Ain't nobody takin' it and makin' it Extra like dust, throwin' they ass on the record and bless it like Gus
Now, about them weak flows, keep those, we eat those As far as meat goes, we keep those, the street knows The M O, M O 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 bitch? Play C low and spit four five's at your six Ya'll really wanna lose your life So, I'ma smack flames out ya Pick ya money up and roof ya dice
Yo, you done know were we from, soldier come, soldier 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
You know 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 'Cause for real if I ever, ever, what? Ever, ever catch yo ass flippin', I'ma pop a collar, boom Woo mack and when your bitch holla
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
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