Many bricks could move, you can say 20 a block
Pick ya money up and roof ya dice
Soon as you get a crumb, they wanna bury ya
M O P, okay, rip rounds at you clown ass niggas, all day
Ya'll know who, keepin' it gangsta
My whole crew got glocks on 'em
Be careful who you talkin' too, comes the boom
Keepin' it gangsta, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yo
I toss bullets, New York niggas gel like Testaverde
You know major league niggas play the kidnap game
Iced out, chain out, with ya brains out, head on your horn
And we still got extra of rhymes, still gangsta
And we still got kilos of Coke
I don't keep the scope on a ratchet
Nine by the spine, 5th in the Holst
The kids don't want to see the toast of Mom and Daddy
So, I'ma smack flames out ya
Keep heat and we shank ya, rob ya and say, "Thank ya"
Ghetto F A B and Paul Cain, nigga
We come through, keepin' it gangsta
And we just caught Burners and do me, I'll say this
Make sure the joint ain't point blank so they can't open your casket
Ruff Ryders to the death, ride or die nigga we know the oath
Plus we rather be roastin' Charming fatties in a toasted armor Caddy
And die in that truck, be cautious when your walkin' through
Now, about them weak flows, keep those, we eat those
And we come through with chains glisten and thangs spittin'
Ya'll know who, keepin' it gangsta
Ever, ever catch yo ass flippin', I'ma pop a collar, boom
We come through, keepin' it gangsta
We been riding together and us back and forth
Ya'll know how we do, keepin' it gangsta
You gangsta, Paul, whatever
And the Brownsville niggas from the past
Silencers, it sound like it's hummin' when I'm airin' ya
Sheek Lu' where you at?
That run up, put a hammer to ya gut and tell ya
For the dope, I'm gonna catch it
That's why I'm tryin' to send this metal through your head
Hollow shots'll leave your brain missin'
Comin' through like 'The Matrix' in the A-6
(Yeah, okay, uh, yeah, uh, yo)
Try to run up on the guy, that send your legs to your mom
We gettin' heaps of complaints for keepin' it gangsta
The M O, M O P is what's up
I ain't call a pager to track you, I'm loadin' up gages to whack you
Play C low and spit four five's at your six
Aah, true indeed
All that gossip we blast, better see if they possibly has
Scum bag it's them D-Block boys, Daddy kissin' the ghost
It's the livest motherfucers of the century
'Cause you got me curious, you probably look better when your dead
Before these slugs sink hitters, weighs like anchors
Or twisted, 'cause you'll get it twisted and fucked up
Yo, your ego, why still spit lines, that your bitch?
In a hurry to shoot, like they put shot clocks on 'em
Yo, you done know were we from, soldier come, soldier jump
That's why I travel with a semi like Eddie in 'Coming To America'
Your little niggas lookin' up to me like the walls in Green Haven
A V 12 ambulance that will get you to a hospital fast
Extra like dust, throwin' they ass on the record and bless it like Gus
Triple black leather, six-speed, with the gray stick
Desert Storm, true indeed
Ya'll know how we do, keepin' it gangsta
We don't own clean guns, all our skets is dirty
And I'ma kill 6 of your niggas, 6 different ways
We in the cut, Brownsville is heatin' it up, come on
Ya'll really wanna lose your life
My nigga give me the word, I'ma kill that lane
"Drop it in the bag"
B Day nigga get up off snooze
How many men could you kill? Let me count all the bullets I got
You know who be keepin' it gangsta
Ain't nobody takin' it and makin' it
Woo mack and when your bitch holla
My whole crew, keepin' it gangsta
Now, that's keepin' it gangsta
Give me the safe, I spit at your face
Have the kid missin' for days, listen and pray
Don't make me put your gangsta on the 6 o'clock news
My whole crew, keepin' it gangsta
Ya'll know who, keepin' it gangsta
We come through, keepin' it gangsta
We your favorite gangstas, favorite gangstas, do better both
Haha, you know how we doin' baby?
You ride in a what, what's up, don't get it fucked up
We done came out the cages in shackles
With your gangsta ass, dead and your gone
You niggas is killin' me, you got to be kiddin' me, aha, aha
It's like puttin' Saddam Hussein and Bin Laden together
Hey yo, we represent them down ass niggas, okay
With a truck full of goons that fakesta
Ya'll know how we do, keepin' it gangsta
Soldier, you been found and your whip's slumped over
Double clip in your mug, then have S P hit it wit mase
How much money you got? You think I signed a football deal
'Cause for real if I ever, ever, what?
Won't know you hit, 'til your body numbin' in that area
Many niggas'll ride you could fill a football field
As far as meat goes, we keep those, the street knows
