Gangsta Lyrics - Fabolous

(Fabolous talking) 

Fabolous, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, Yeah 

Yo, I don't care what y'all do, how y'all do 

Where y'all do it, just keep it gangsta 

Look at them gangstas 

(Verse 1) 

Fab's livin' la vida loca 

Only nigga in the hood you can come see for either weed or coca 

Nark's wanna see me and my team in a chair 

They heard about the kid with the high beams in his ear 

DEA been lookin' for proof since 9-3 

When I came thruogh in the Benz with the roof behind me 

Tell them jake's through on bullet proof's and find me 

You need extingwishers to go in the booth behind me 

Who the fuck wanna beef 

My Fendi knits be (3X) so you can't see whats tucked underneath 

And I might not even drop 

Just take my advance and make a small town in Cleveland pop 

"Vivrant Thing" on my hip, that will make you "Breathe and Stop" 

Rock ya chain in ya shirt, Your roll (Rollie) with the sleeve on top 

You niggas know where my heat stay at 

I leave niggas MIA and I ain't talkin where the Heat play at 

C'mon 

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(Chorus) 

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 

(Verse 2) 

Niggas don't think I'm still shavin crack 

Cause I pull up in a truck with a system that make the pavement crack 

Baugettes have my face and beard covered 

And I keep a Leathal Weapon like Mel Gibson and Dan Glover 

Now I lose V Money and C Lo 

And the cops think me and Muggs is G Money and Nino 

I don't hit these honey's with C-Notes 

Rather put them on Greyhound, Strap these honey's with kilo's 

Type of gangsta every chick wants 

I get Nike's from Aster you won't see hit the store for 6 months 

Something bout the Beamer (X5) 

When I come through it be increasing a skeo's sex drive 

Half the click look like they stuck Genisis up 

The other half is tryin to wrap they sentances up 

Im never gone hate, Half these artists never slum weight 

When they call NY, its the only time they touch the 7-1-8 

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(Chorus) 

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 

(Verse 3) 

I lay low on the other side of the globe 

Carat's hangin out the side of my lobe 

Pull in ya drivers side and unload 

They find ya when its time for your ride to be towed 

On side of the road 

With ya brain on ya passenger side of ya Rove (Rover) 

y'all niggas ain't gangstas til' y'all ridin 

And Fed's tell ya hit a chick once and she runnin back like Fred Taylor 

Im snatchin everything in the PJ's now 

Thats why most these niggas is workin' with the DA's now 

If I'm in a hoop ride or a buggy coupe 5 

Keepin' it Gangsta 

If I'm with a hoochie freak or a dime in Gucci sneaks 

Keepin' it Gangsta 

If I'm probally in the hood or I'm in Hollywood 

Keepin' it Gangsta 

If I spit 16 on a track or 16 from a gat 

Keepin' it Gangsta 

(Chorus) 

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 

Another Version 

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(Hook) 

It's g-a-n-g-s-t-a 

That's how it be and it's gon' say (Y'all know whoooooooo) 

That's how it be when you see me 

That's how it be in NYC (Y'all know whoooooooo) 

If it's me it's got to be 

If it's me it's got to be 

G-a-n-g-s-t-a (Y'all know whoooooooo) 

(Verse One) 

I'm still living la vida loca 

Where hoes sell prices on weed or coke-a 

For the hustlers, for the customers, trust the buzz 

It's have you makin' one of the sounds that Busta does (woo HAH!) 

They love me just because 

I'm in the gallardo, laughing like Ricky Ricardo (Ha ha ha ha) 

With the 4-pounder, pretty gangsta nigga 

I'm the co-founder, I know the difference between pimps and hoe-hounders 

I can tell when they ain't learn to lean 

They gold cups missing stones, turning green 

I roll up wrist in chrome, burning green like what's good 

(Hook) 

(Verse Two) 

God was in a good mood, on the day he made me 

I'm from the projects, it's the way it made me 

And I wouldn't change it for nothing 

I stay on point, that's 'cuz I know the danger of stuntin' 

But the aim is like I'll be at the ranges or somethin' 

It takes a gangsta, to know a gangsta 

That's why we look at you like a stranger or somethin' 

'Cuz we can tell by the body language you frontin' 

And it take a little more than lettin' ya pants sag 

Ya sand bag, tryna jump on the band wag 

I'll put the red dot on you like a Japan flag 

You need some high heels and a handbag 

(Hook) 

(Verse Three) 

I'm in the ten minutes to nine, leanin' on 'em 

Like I'm ten minutes behind, fuck a hundred shots 

Give me a .40 cal wit' ten in it, I'm fine 

Just spray, and shit'll get you ten minute of shine 

Keep a friend in it, that's ten cented for mine 

Keep the rims in it, that spin in it for mine 

Can't see him in it, I been tinted up mine 

But you know a nigga look oh so gangsta 

Oh no thank ya, I earned my key 

My name'll get you fucked up, and burners tee 

That's gangsta love, from the heart 

Yo I told y'all from the start 

And now (y'all know whoooooooo) 

Keep it G'd up, I can't slow down, these creep's speed up 

Cali bringin' peeps and weed up 

I'm coming through with a bunch of girls that'll deep a seed up 

(It's a gangsta party) 

(Hook)