Keepin It Gangsta (remix) Lyrics - Street Dreams - Fabolous

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 

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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 

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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