[Intro: Jadakiss & Styles P]

D-Block (True indeed)

Double R (Yes, true indeed)

Desert Storm (True indeed)

Sheek Lou', where you at? (Haha, true indeed)

Ha-ha! You know how we doin' baby

Keepin' it gangsta

Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yo

[Verse 1: Jadakiss, Styles P & Both]

How many men could you kill? Let me count all the bullets I got

How many bricks could move? You can say twenty a block

How many niggas'll ride? You could fill a football field

How much money you got? You'd think I signed a football deal

My nigga give me the word, I'ma kill that lame

You know Major League niggas play the kidnap game

Have the kid missin' for days, listen and pray

And I'm kill six of your niggas six different ways

And we still got XL rhymes, still gangsta

Try to run up on the guy, I'll 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 you dead

Nine by the spine, fifth in the holst'

Scum bag, it's them D-Block boys, Daddy, Kiss and the Ghost

Comin' through like "The Matrix" in the A6

Triple black leather, six-speed with the gray stick

Give me the safe, I'll spit at your face

Double clip in your mug then have SP hit it with mace

And we just copped burners, and do me, I'll say this

Y'all little niggas lookin' up to me like the walls in Green Haven

Keep heat and we'll shank ya, rob ya and say thank ya

Now that's keepin' it gangsta

[Chorus: Fabolous]

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

[Verse 2: Fabolous, Paul Cain & Both]

We your favorite gangstas' favorite gangstas, and duke better bolt

Before these slugs sink in his waves like anchors

We don't own clean guns, all our skets is dirty

I toss bullets, New York niggas jet like Testaverde

I don't keep the scope on the ratchet, for the dope, I'll attach it

Make sure the joint aim 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 you blast, better see if they possibly has

A V12 ambulance that get you to a hospital fast

They let Cain out the cages and 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 putting 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 humming when I'm airing ya

Won't know you hit 'til your body numbing in that area

The kids don't want to see the toast to mom and daddy

Plus we rather be roastin' trauma fatties in a toasted almond Caddy

And we come through with chains glisten and thangs spitting

Hollow shots'll leave your brain missing

Ghetto F-A-B and Paul Cain nigga

We gettin heaps of complaints for keepin' it gangsta

[Chorus: Fabolous]

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

[Verse 3: Billy Danze]

Hey yo, we represent them down ass niggas (Okay)

M.O.P. (Okay) rip rounds at you clown ass niggas (All day)

BK nigga, get up off snooze

Don't make me put your gangsta on the six 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 you're walking through)

(Be careful who you talking to, come straight home)

It's the livest motherfuckers of the century

You niggas is killing me, you got to be kidding me (Aha, aha)

Ain't nobody taking it and making it, extra like dust

Showing they ass on the record and bless it like us

Now about them weak flows, keep those, we eat those

As far as heat goes, we keep those, the street knows

The M.O. (M.O.) P. is what's up

We in the cut, Brownsville is heating it up, come on!

[Verse 4: Lil' Fame]

Fuck your ego, I still spit lines at your bitch

Play Cee-Lo and spit .45s at your six

You don't really wanna lose your life

So I'ma smack flames out ya, pick ya money up and roof ya dice

Yo, you dun' know were we from soldier, come soldier

Dump soldier, you'll be found in your whip slumped over

With your gangsta ass, dead and you gone

Iced out, chain out with ya brains out, head on your horn

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, huh, whatever (Hahaha)

Cause for real if I ever ever (What?) Ever ever

Catch yo ass slippin', I'ma pop a collar (Boom)

Whoa, mack, and when your bitch holla

[Chorus: Fabolous]

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