Keepin' It Gangsta

D-block (true indeed) Double R (yes, true indeed) Desert Storm (true indeed) Sheek Lou', 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 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'ma 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 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 (yeah, okay, uh, yeah, uh, yo) 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 (uh-uh), 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 (uh-uh) I'm loadin' up gauges to whack you (uh-huh) We been riding together (uh-uh) 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 (uh-uh) 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 (uh-uh) Plus we rather be roastin' trauma fatties (uh-huh) In a toasted almond Caddy (uh-huh) And we come through with chains glisten and thangs spitting (yeah) Hollow shots'll leave your brain missing Ghetto F-A-B and Paul Cain, nigga We gettin' heaps of complaints for keepin' it gangsta Y'all know who keepin' it gangsta (yeah, yeah) We come through, keepin' it gangsta Y'all know how we do, keepin' it gangsta My whole crew, keepin' it gangsta Ayo, 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 ridin' or 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 us 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 (yo) F*ck 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 your money up and roof your 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 your 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 your gut, and tell your drop it in the bag You gangsta, huh, whatever '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 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, come on