Keepin' It Gangsta (Remix) - feat. Styles, Jadakiss, M.O.P.

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'

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