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letra de keepin it gangsta (remix) - fabolous

[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 n-gg-s’ll ride (you could fill a football field)
(how much money you got?) you think i signed a football deal
(my n-gg- give me the word, i’m gonna kill that lane)
you know major league n-gg-s play the kidnap game
have the kid missin’ for days, listen and pray
(and i’m kill 6 of your n-gg-s, 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 c-ke
(ruff ryders to the death, ride or die n-gg- 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)
sc-m 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 n-gg-s 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 n-gg-s 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 n-gg-)
we gettin heaps of complaints for keepin’ it gangsta (keepin’ it gangsta)

[chorus]

[billy danze]
hey yo, we represent them down -ss n-gg-s (ok)
m.o.p. (ok), rip rounds at you clown -ss n-gg-s (all day)
b day n-gg- 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 f-cked up
or twisted, cause you’ll get it twisted and f-cked 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 motherf-ckers of the century
you n-gg-s is killin’ me, you got to be kiddin’ me (ah ha ha)
ain’t n-body takin’ it and makin’ it
extra like dust, throwin’ they -ss 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 b-tch
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 -ss, dead and your gone
iced out, chain out, with ya brains out, head on your h-rn [h-rn noise]
you (you) know (know), who (who) be keepin’ it gangsta
with a truck full of goons that fakesta
and the brownsville n-gg-s 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 -ss flippin’, i’m gonna pop a collar (boom)
woo mack and when your b-tch holla

[chorus]

- fabolous

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