Keepin' It Gangsta - Jadakiss, Fabolous, M.O.P.

Yo, I don’t care what y’all do, how y’all do Where y’all do it, just keep it gangsta

Look at them gangstas

Fab’s livin' la vida loca

Only nigga in the hood you can come see for either weed or coca

Nark’s wanna see me and my team in a chair

They heard about the kid with the high beams in his ear

DEA been lookin' for proof since 9−3

When I came thruogh in the Benz with the roof behind me Tell them jake’s through on bullet proof’s and find me You need extingwishers to go in the booth behind me Who the f**k wanna beef

My Fendi knits be so you can’t see whats tucked underneath

And I might not even drop

Just take my advance and make a small town in Cleveland pop

«Vivrant Thing» on my hip, that will make you «Breathe and Stop»

Rock ya chain in ya shirt, Your roll (Rollie) with the sleeve on top

You niggas know where my heat stay at I leave niggas MIA and I ain’t talkin where the Heat play at

Y’all know who

Keepin' it Gangsta

We come through

Keepin' it Gangsta

Y’all know how we do Keepin' it Gangsta

My whole crew

Keepin' it Gangsta

Niggas don’t think I’m still shavin crack

Cause I pull up in a truck with a system that make the pavement crack

Baugettes have my face and beard covered

And I keep a Leathal Weapon like Mel Gibson and Dan Glover

Now I lose V Money and C Lo And the cops think me and Muggs is G Money and Nino

I don’t hit these honey’s with C-Notes

Rather put them on Greyhound, Strap these honey’s with kilo’s

Type of gangsta every chick wants

I get Nike’s from Aster you won’t see hit the store for 6 months

Something bout the Beamer

When I come through it be increasing a skeo’s sex drive

Half the click look like they stuck Genisis up The other half is tryin to wrap they sentances up Im never gone hate, Half these artists never slum weight

When they call NY, its the only time they touch the 7−1-8

Y’all know who

Keepin' it Gangsta

We come through

Keepin' it Gangsta

Y’all know how we do Keepin' it Gangsta

My whole crew

Keepin' it Gangsta

I lay low on the other side of the globe

Carat’s hangin out the side of my lobe

Pull in ya drivers side and unload

They find ya when its time for your ride to be towed

On side of the road

With ya brain on ya passenger side of ya Rove (Rover)

Y’all niggas ain’t gangstas til' y’all ridin

And Fed’s tell ya hit a chick once and she runnin back like Fred Taylor

Im snatchin everything in the PJ’s now

Thats why most these niggas is workin' with the DA’s now

If I’m in a hoop ride or a buggy coupe 5

Keepin' it Gangsta

If I’m with a hoochie freak or a dime in Gucci sneaks

Keepin' it Gangsta

If I’m probally in the hood or I’m in Hollywood

Keepin' it Gangsta

If I spit 16 on a track or 16 from a gat

Keepin' it Gangsta

Y’all know who

Keepin' it Gangsta

We come through

Keepin' it Gangsta

Y’all know how we do Keepin' it Gangsta

My whole crew

Keepin' it Gangsta