*featuring Styles, Jadakiss, Paul Cain, M.O.P.
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[Jadakiss] D-Block
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[Styles] True indeed
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[J] Double R
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[S] Yes, true indeed
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[J] Desert Storm
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[S] True indeed
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(Sheek Lu' where you at?)
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[S] True indeed
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(Haha, You know how we doin' baby?)
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[Jadakiss (Styles)]
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Keepin' it Gangsta, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yo
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How many men could you kill? (Let me count all the bullets I got)
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Many bricks could move, (you can say 20 a block)
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Many niggas'll ride (you could fill a football field)
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(How much money you got?) You think I signed a football deal
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(My nigga give me the word, I'm gonna kill that lane)
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You know major league niggas play the kidnap game
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Have the kid missin' for days, listen and pray
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(And I'm kill 6 of your niggas, 6 different ways
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And we still got exza of rhymes) Still gangsta
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(Try to run up on the guy, that send your legs to your mom)
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And we still got kilos of coke
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(Ruff Ryders to the death, ride or die nigga we know the oath)
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That's why I'm tryin' to send this metal through your head
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Cause you got me curious, you probably look better when your dead
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Nine by the spine, (5th in the holst)
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Scum bag it's them D-Block boys, daddy kissin' the ghost
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(Comin' through like the "Matrix" in the A-6
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Triple black leather, six-speed, with the gray stick)
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Give me the safe, I spit at your face
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Double clip in your mug, then have SP hit it wit mase
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(And we just caught burners and do me I'll say this)
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Your little niggas lookin' up to me like the walls in Green Haven
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Keep heat and we shank ya, (rob ya and say thank ya)
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Now that's keepin' it gangsta (keepin' it gangsta)
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[Chorus - Fabolous]
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Ya'll know who
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Keepin' it Gangsta
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We come through
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Keepin' it Gangsta
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Ya'll know how we do
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Keepin' it Gangsta
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My whole crew
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Keepin' it Gangsta
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[Fabolous (Paul Cain)]
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Yeah, ok, uh, yeah, uh, yo
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We your favorite gangstas, favorite gangstas (do better both)
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Before these slugs sink hitters, weighs like anchors
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We don't own clean guns (all our skets is dirty
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I toss bullets, New York niggas gel like Testaverde
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I don't keep the scope on the ratchet
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And for the dope I'm gonna catch it)
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Make sure the joint ain't point blank so they can't open your casket
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My whole crew (got glocks on 'em)
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In a hurry to shoot, (like they put shot clocks on 'em)
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All that gossip we blast, better see if they possibly has
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A V12 ambulance that will get you to a hospital fast
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(We done came out the cages in shackles
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I ain't call a pager to track you
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I'm loadin' up gauges to whack you
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We been riding together
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And us back and forth), it's like puttin' Saddam Hussein and Bin Laden together
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Soon as you get a crumb, they wanna bury ya
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That's why I travel with a semi, like Eddie in "Coming to America"
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(Silencers, it sound like it's hummin' when I'm airin' ya
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Won't know you hit, 'til your body start numbin' in that area)
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The kids don't want to see the toast of mom and daddy
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Plus we rather be roastin' Charming fatties
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In a toasted armor Caddy
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(And we come through, with chains glisten and thangs spittin'
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Hollow shots'll leave your brain missin'
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Ghetto F A B (and Paul Cain nigga)
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We gettin heaps of complaints for Keepin' it Gangsta (Keepin' it Gangsta)
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[Chorus]
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[Billy Danze]
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Hey yo, we represent them down ass niggas (OK)
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M.O.P. (OK), rip rounds at you clown ass niggas (ALL DAY)
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B Day nigga get up off snooze [snoring noise]
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Don't make me put your gangsta on the 6 o'clock news
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You ride in a what (what's up), don't get it fucked up
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Or twisted, cause you'll get it twisted and fucked up
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And die in that truck
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(be cautious when your walkin' through, be careful who you talkin' too, comes the boom)
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It's the livest motherfuckers of the century
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You niggas is killin' me, you got to be kiddin' me (ah ha ha)
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Ain't nobody takin' it and makin' it
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Extra like dust, throwin' they ass on the record and bless it like Gus
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(NOW) now about them weak flows, keep those, we eat those
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As far as meat goes, we keep those, the street knows
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The MO (MO) P is what's up
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We in the cut, Brownsville is heatin' it up (COME ON)
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[Lil' Fame]
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