[jadakiss] d-block
[styles] true indeed
[j] double r
[s] yes, true indeed
[j] desert storm
[s] true indeed
(sheek luand' where you at?)
[s] true indeed
(haha, you know how we doinand' baby?)
[jadakiss (styles)]
keepinand' 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 niggasand'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, iand'm gonna kill that lane)
you know major league niggas play the kidnap game
have the kid missinand' for days, listen and pray
(and iand'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)
thatand's why iand'm tryinand' 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 itand's them d-block boys, daddy kissinand' the ghost
(cominand' through like the andquot;matrixandquot; 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 iand'll say this)
your little niggas lookinand' up to me like the walls in green haven
keep heat and we shank ya, (rob ya and say thank ya)
now thatand's keepinand' it gangsta (keepinand' it gangsta)
[chorus - fabolous]
yaand'll know who
keepinand' it gangsta
we come through
keepinand' it gangsta
yaand'll know how we do
keepinand' it gangsta
my whole crew
keepinand' 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 donand't own clean guns (all our skets is dirty
i toss bullets, new york niggas gel like testaverde
i donand't keep the scope on the ratchet
and for the dope iand'm gonna catch it)
make sure the joint ainand't point blank so they canand't open your casket
my whole crew (got glocks on and'em)
in a hurry to shoot, (like they put shot clocks on and'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 ainand't call a pager to track you
iand'm loadinand' up gauges to whack you
we been riding together
and us back and forth), itand's like puttinand' saddam hussein and bin laden together
soon as you get a crumb, they wanna bury ya
thatand's why i travel with a semi, like eddie in andquot;coming to americaandquot;
(silencers, it sound like itand's humminand' when iand'm airinand' ya
wonand't know you hit, and'til your body start numbinand' in that area)
the kids donand't want to see the toast of mom and daddy
plus we rather be roastinand' charming fatties
in a toasted armor caddy
(and we come through, with chains glisten and thangs spittinand'
hollow shotsand'll leave your brain missinand'
ghetto f a b (and paul cain nigga)
we gettin heaps of complaints for keepinand' it gangsta (keepinand' 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]
donand't make me put your gangsta on the 6 oand'clock news
you ride in a what (whatand's up), donand't get it fucked up
or twisted, cause youand'll get it twisted and fucked up
and die in that truck
(be cautious when your walkinand' through, be careful who you talkinand' too, comes the boom)
itand's the livest motherfuckers of the century
you niggas is killinand' me, you got to be kiddinand' me (ah ha ha)
ainand't nobody takinand' it and makinand' it
extra like dust, throwinand' 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 whatand's up
we in the cut, brownsville is heatinand' it up (come on)
[liland' fame]
yo your ego, why still spit lines that your bitch
play c low, and spit four fiveand's at your six
yaand'll donand't really wanna lose your life
so iand'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 whipand'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 keepinand' 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 flippinand', iand'm gonna pop a collar (boom)
woo mack and when your bitch holla
[chorus]
