Текст песни Keepin' It Gangsta - Remix - 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
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
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
1 Intro
2 Not Give a Fuck
3 Damn
4 Call Me
5 Can't Let You Go (feat. Mike Shorey & Lil' Mo)
6 Bad Bitch
7 Why Wouldn't I
8 Up on Things (feat. Snoop Dogg)
9 Sickalicious (feat. Missy Elliott)
10 This Is My Party (Promo CD Version)
11 Into You (feat. Ashanti)
12 Change You or Change Me
13 Respect
14 Forgive Me Father
15 Never Duplicated
16 My Life (feat. Mary J. Blige)
17 Throw Back
18 Keepin' It Gangsta - Remix
19 Trade It All, Pt. 2 (feat. P. Diddy & Jagged Edge)
20 Into You (Main Mix
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