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Title: Keepin It Gangsta (Remix) Lyrics: [Jadakiss] D-Block [Styles] True indeed [J] Double R [S] Yes, true indeed [J] Desert Storm [S] True indeed (Sheek Lu' where you at?) [S] True indeed (Haha, You know how we doin' baby?) [Jadakiss (Styles)] 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'm gonna kill that lane) You know major league niggas play the kidnap game Have the kid missin' for days, listen and pray (And I'm kill 6 of your niggas, 6 different ways And we still got exza 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 SP 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 (keepin' it gangsta) [Chorus - Fabolous] 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 [Fabolous (Paul Cain)] Yeah, ok, 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 the ratchet And 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 V12 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 gauges 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 start 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 (Keepin' it Gangsta) [Chorus] [Billy Danze] Hey yo, we represent them down ass niggas (OK) M.O.P. (OK), rip rounds at you clown ass niggas (ALL DAY) B Day nigga get up off snooze [snoring noise] 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 motherfuckers of the century You niggas is killin' me, you got to be kiddin' me (ah ha ha) Ain't nobody takin' it and makin' it Extra like dust, throwin' they ass on the record and bless it like Gus (NOW) now about them weak flows, keep those, we eat those As far as meat goes, we keep those, the street knows The MO (MO) P is what's up We in the cut, Brownsville is heatin' it up (COME ON) [Lil' Fame] Yo your ego, why still spit lines that your bitch Play C low, and spit four five's at your six Ya'll don't really wanna lose your life So I'm gonna smack flames out ya, pick ya money up and roof ya dice Yo, you done know were we from (FROM) soldier, come (COME) soldier Jump (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 [horn noise] 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 ya gut, and tell ya drop it in the bag You gangsta, Paul whatever (haha), cause for real if I ever ever (what) Ever ever catch yo ass flippin', I'm gonna pop a collar (BOOM) Woo mack and when your bitch holla [Chorus] Keepin It Gangsta (Remix), Fabolous mp3 download Keepin It Gangsta (Remix), Fabolous lyrics Keepin It Gangsta (Remix) mp3 music, free Keepin It Gangsta (Remix) mp3, download Keepin It Gangsta (Remix) |
Songs of Fabolous: B.K. Style Bad Bitch Call Me Can't Deny It Can't Let You Go (Remix) Can't Let You Go Change You Or Change Me Click & Spark Damn F You Too Faboloso Fire (Remix) Forgive Me Father Get Right Get Smart Gotta Be Thug I Usually Don't If They Want It Into You (Remix) Into You Intro It's In The Game Keepin It Gangsta (Remix) Keepin' It Gangsta Ma' Be Easy Make U Mine My Life Never Duplicated Next Generation Niggaz Not Give A Fuck (Remix) Not Give A Fuck Now Ride Now What One Day Renegade Respect Ride For This Right Now & Later On Sickalicious So Into You Take You Home The Bad Guy Think Y'all Know This Is My Party Throw Back Trade It All (Part 2) Trade It All Up On Things We Don't Give A Why Wouldn't I Young'n Breathe |
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