keepin it gangsta (remix)

Lyrics

d-block, true indeed, double r, yes, true indeed, desert storm, true indeed, true indeed, ], keepin' it gangsta, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yo, how many men could you kill?, many bricks could move, many niggas'll ride, you think i signed a football deal, 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, and we still got kilos of coke, 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, 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, your little niggas lookin' up to me like the walls in green haven, keep heat and we shank ya, now that's 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, ], yeah, ok, uh, yeah, uh, yo, we your favorite gangstas, favorite gangstas, 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, in a hurry to shoot, 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, we gettin heaps of complaints for keepin' it gangsta, hey yo, we represent them down ass niggas, m.o.p. rip rounds at you clown ass niggas, 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, don't get it fucked up, or twisted, cause you'll get it twisted and fucked up, and die in that truck, it's the livest motherfuckers of the century, you niggas is killin' me, you got to be kiddin' me, 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 mo p is what's up, we in the cut, brownsville is heatin' it up, 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 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, ever ever catch yo ass flippin', i'm gonna pop a collar, woo mack and when your bitch holla,