Lyrics:

(feat. Styles, Jadakiss, Paul Cain,
M.O.P.)

[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]