Keepin It Gangsta (Remix)

D-Block, Double R, Desert Storm

True indeed, yes, true indeed

True indeed, true indeed

Sheek Lu, where you at?

You know we doin' it, 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 20 a block)

How many **** a ride? (You could fill a football field)

(How much money you got?) You think I signed a football deal

(My **** give me the word, I'ma kill that lane)

You know major league **** play the kidnap game

Have the kid missin' for days, listen and pray

(And I'ma kill six of ya **** six different ways)

(And we still got exza of rhymes) Still gangsta

(Tryna 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, ****, we know the oath)

That's why I'm tryin' to send this metal through your head

'Cause you got me curious, you prolly look better when you dead

Nine by the spine (Fifth 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 SP hit it wit mase

(And we just caught burners and do me I'll say this)

You lil' **** lookin' up to me like the walls in Green Haven

Keep heat and we shank ya (Rob you 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 (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 **** gel like Testaverde)

(I don't keep the scope on the ratchet, for the dope, I'ma 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 gets 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 gauges to whack you)

(We been ridin' together and us back and forth)

It's like puttin' Saddam Hussein and Bin Laden together

Soon as you get a crumb, they want to 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, till your body start numbin' in that area)

The kids don't wanna see the toast of Mom and Daddy

Plus we rather be roastin' charmin' fatties

In a toasted armored 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, ****)

We gettin' heaps of complaints for 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

Hey yo, we represent them down ass **** (Okay)

M.O.P. (Okay), rip rounds at you clown ass **** (All day)

B-Day, ****, get up off snooze

Don't make me put your gangsta on the six 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 you walkin' through)

(Be careful who you're talkin' to, come straight home)

It's the livest mothafuckas of the century

You **** is killin' me, you gotta be kidding me

Ain't nobody takin' it and makin' it extra like us

So when they ask 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 (Hold up, come on)

Fuck your ego, I still spit lines at your bitch

Play Cee Lo and spit four-five's at your six

Y'all don't really want to lose your life

So I'm gonna smack flames out ya

Pick ya money up and roof your 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 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's phased ya

And the Brownsville **** 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)

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