Dj Clue - Keepin' it Gangsta (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1 - Jadakiss, Styles P] [JK] Keeping it gangsta How many men could you k**? [SP] Let me count all the bullets I got [JK] Many bricks could move [SP] You can say 20 a block [JK] Many n***as'll ride [SP] You could fill a football field How much money you got? [JK] You think I signed a football deal [SP] My n***a give me the word, I'm gonna k** that lame [JK] You know major league n***as play the kidnap game Have the kid missin' for days, listen and pray [SP] And I'm k** 6 of your n***as 6 different ways And we still got XL rhymes [JK] Still gangsta [SP] Try to run up on the guy, I'll send your legs to your mom [JK] And we still got kilos of coke [SP] Ruff Ryders to the d**h, ride or die n***a we know the oath [JK] 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, (fifth in the holst) Scum bag it's them D-Block boys, Daddy, Kiss, and the ghost [SP] Comin' through like the "Matrix" in the A-6 Triple black leather, six-speed, with the gray stick [JK] Give me the safe, I spit at your face Double clip in your mug, then have SP hit it with mace [SP] And we just caught burners and do me I'll say this [JK] Your little n***as lookin' up to me like the walls in Green Haven Keep heat and we shank ya [SP] rob ya and say thank ya [JK] Now that's keepin' it gangsta (keepin' it gangsta) [Hook - 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 [Verse 2 - Fabolous, Paul Cain] [Fabolous] We your favorite gangstas' favorite gangstas (PC: and duke better bolt) Before these slugs sink in his waves like anchors We don't own clean guns [PC] All our skets is dirty I toss bullets, New York n***as jet like Testaverde I don't keep the scope on the ratchet For the dope I'll attach it [Fab] Make sure the joint aim 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 you blast, better see if they possibly has A V12 ambulance that get you to a hospital fast [PC] They let Cain out the cages and 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 [Fab] It's like putting 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" [PC] Silencers, it sound like it's humming when I'm airing ya Won't know you hit 'til your body numbing in that area [Fab] The kids don't want to see the toast to mom and daddy Plus we rather be roasting trauma fatties In a toasted almond Caddy [PC] And we come through, with chains glisten and thangs spitting Hollow shots'll leave your brain missing [Fab] Ghetto F A B (and Paul Cain n***a) We gettin heaps of complaints for keepin' it gangsta (keepin' it gangsta) [Hook] [Verse 3 - M.O.P.] [Billy Danze] Hey yo, we represent them down a** n***as M.O.P. rip rounds at you clown a** n***as (ALL DAY) BK n***a 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 f**ed up Or twisted, cause you'll get it twisted and f**ed up And die in that truck (Be cautious when your walking through, be careful who you talkingtoo, comes the boom) It's the livest motherf**ers of the century You n***as is k**ing me, you got to be kidding me Ain't nobody taking it and making it Extra like dust, throwing they a** on the record and bless it like Gus Now about them weak flows, keep those, we eat those As far as heat goes, we keep those, the street knows The M.O.P. is what's up We in the cut, Brownsville is heating it up (COME ON) [Lil' Fame] Your ego, I still spit lines at your b**h Play Ceelo, and spit four five's at your six You don't really wanna lose your life So I'mma 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 bee found in your whip slumped over With your gangsta a**, 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 n***as from the past That run up, put a hammer to ya gut, and tell ya drop it in the bag You gangsta, ha whatever (haha) Cause for real if I ever ever Ever ever catch yo a** flippin' I'm gonna pop a collar Woo mack and when your b**h holla [Hook]