[{"id":35447265,"name":"Keepin' It Gangsta","trackName":"Keepin' It Gangsta","artistName":"Fabolous","albumName":"Midnight Club 3: DUB Edition + DUB Edition REMIX Soundtrack","duration":247.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Fabolous, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, Yeah\nYo, I don't care what y'all do, how y'all do\n\nWhere y'all do it, just keep it gangsta\nLook at them gangstas\n\nFab's livin' la vida loca\nOnly nigga in the hood you can come see for either weed or coca\nNarc's wanna see me and my team in a chair\nThey heard about the kid with the high beams in his ear\nDEA been lookin' for proof since 93\nWhen I came through in the Benz with the roof behind me\nTell them jake's through on bullet proof's and find me\nYou need extingwishers to go in the booth behind me\nWho the fuck wanna beef\nMy Fendi knits be 3-X so you can't see whats tucked underneath\nAnd I might not even drop\nJust take my advance and make a small town in Cleveland pop\n\"Vivrant Thing\" on my hip, that will make you \"Breathe and Stop\"\nRock ya chain in ya shirt, Your roll (Rollie) with the sleeve on top\nYou niggas know where my heat stay at\nI leave niggas MIA and I ain't talkin where the Heat play at\nC'mon\n\nY'all know who\nKeepin' it Gangsta\nWe come through\nKeepin' it Gangsta\nY'all know how we do\nKeepin' it Gangsta\nMy whole crew\nKeepin' it Gangsta\n\nNiggas don't think I'm still shavin crack\n'Cause I pull up in a truck with a system that make the pavement crack\nBaugettes have my face and band covered\nAnd I keep a \"Lethal Weapon\" like Mel Gibson and Dan Glover\nNow I lose V Money and C Lo\nAnd the cops think me and Muggs is G Money and Nino\nI don't hit these honey's with C-Notes\nRather put them on Greyhound, Strap these honey's with kilo's\nType of gangsta every chick wants\nI get Nike's from Aster you won't see hit the store for 6 months\nSomething bout the Beamer X-5\nWhen I come through it be increasing a skeo's sex drive\nHalf the click look like they stuck Genisis up\nThe other half is tryin to wrap they sentances up\nI'm never gon' hate, half these artists never slung weight\nWhen they call NY, its the only time they touch the 7-1-8\n\nY'all know who\nKeepin' it Gangsta\nWe come through\nKeepin' it Gangsta\nY'all know how we do\nKeepin' it Gangsta\nMy whole crew\nKeepin' it Gangsta\n\nI lay low on the other side of the globe\nCarat's hangin out the side of my lobe\nPull in ya drivers side and unload\nThey find ya when its time for your ride to be towed\nOn side of the road\nWith ya brain on ya passenger side of ya Rove (Rover)\nY'all niggas ain't gangstas til' y'all ridin\nAnd Fed's tell ya hit a chick once and she runnin back like Fred Taylor\nI'm snatchin everything in the PJ's now\nThats why most these niggas is workin' with the DA's now\nIf I'm in a hoop ride or a buggy coupe 5\n\nKeepin' it Gangsta\nIf I'm with a hoochie freak or a dime in Gucci sneaks\nKeepin' it Gangsta\nIf I'm probally in the hood or I'm in Hollywood\nKeepin' it Gangsta\nIf I spit 16 on a track or 16 from a gat\nKeepin' it Gangsta\n\nY'all know who\nKeepin' it Gangsta\nWe come through\nKeepin' it Gangsta\nY'all know how we do\nKeepin' it Gangsta\nMy whole crew\nKeepin' it Gangsta","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.42] Fabolous, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, Yeah\n[00:06.28] Yo, I don't care what y'all do, how y'all do\n[00:10.77] Where y'all do it, just keep it gangsta\n[00:13.64] Look at them gangstas\n[00:20.06] Fab's livin' la vida loca\n[00:21.85] Only nigga in the hood you can come see for either weed or coca\n[00:26.04] Narc's wanna see me and my team in a chair\n[00:28.10] They heard about the kid with the high beams in his ear\n[00:30.86] DEA been lookin' for proof since 93\n[00:33.31] When I came through in the Benz with the roof behind me\n[00:35.97] Tell them jake's through on bullet proof's and find me\n[00:38.43] You need extingwishers to go in the booth behind me\n[00:41.08] Who the fuck wanna beef\n[00:42.51] My Fendi knits be 3-X so you can't see whats tucked underneath\n[00:46.24] And I might not even drop\n[00:48.12] Just take my advance and make a small town in Cleveland pop\n[00:51.51] \"Vivrant Thing\" on my hip, that will make you \"Breathe and Stop\"\n[00:53.86] Rock ya chain in ya shirt, Your roll (Rollie) with the sleeve on top\n[00:56.46] You niggas know where my heat stay at\n[00:58.45] I leave niggas MIA and I ain't talkin where the Heat play at\n[01:01.41] C'mon\n[01:01.97] Y'all know who\n[01:05.12] Keepin' it Gangsta\n[01:07.09] We come through\n[01:10.23] Keepin' it Gangsta\n[01:11.62] Y'all know how we do\n[01:15.47] Keepin' it Gangsta\n[01:17.39] My whole crew\n[01:20.60] Keepin' it Gangsta\n[01:21.61] Niggas don't think I'm still shavin crack\n[01:23.82] 'Cause I pull up in a truck with a system that make the pavement crack\n[01:27.32] Baugettes have my face and band covered\n[01:29.40] And I keep a \"Lethal Weapon\" like Mel Gibson and Dan Glover\n[01:32.69] Now I lose V Money and C Lo\n[01:34.56] And the cops think me and Muggs is G Money and Nino\n[01:37.86] I don't hit these honey's with C-Notes\n[01:39.64] Rather put them on Greyhound, Strap these honey's with kilo's\n[01:42.81] Type of gangsta every chick wants\n[01:44.77] I get Nike's from Aster you won't see hit the store for 6 months\n[01:48.01] Something bout the Beamer X-5\n[01:50.02] When I come through it be increasing a skeo's sex drive\n[01:53.24] Half the click look like they stuck Genisis up\n[01:55.74] The other half is tryin to wrap they sentances up\n[01:58.21] I'm never gon' hate, half these artists never slung weight\n[02:00.75] When they call NY, its the only time they touch the 7-1-8\n[02:03.78] Y'all know who\n[02:06.93] Keepin' it Gangsta\n[02:08.96] We come through\n[02:12.15] Keepin' it Gangsta\n[02:13.49] Y'all know how we do\n[02:17.22] Keepin' it Gangsta\n[02:19.17] My whole crew\n[02:22.47] Keepin' it Gangsta\n[02:23.35] I lay low on the other side of the globe\n[02:26.06] Carat's hangin out the side of my lobe\n[02:27.50] Pull in ya drivers side and unload\n[02:29.17] They find ya when its time for your ride to be towed\n[02:31.23] On side of the road\n[02:32.10] With ya brain on ya passenger side of ya Rove (Rover)\n[02:34.27] Y'all niggas ain't gangstas til' y'all ridin\n[02:36.25] And Fed's tell ya hit a chick once and she runnin back like Fred Taylor\n[02:39.72] I'm snatchin everything in the PJ's now\n[02:41.90] Thats why most these niggas is workin' with the DA's now\n[02:44.75] If I'm in a hoop ride or a buggy coupe 5\n[02:48.11] Keepin' it Gangsta\n[02:49.87] If I'm with a hoochie freak or a dime in Gucci sneaks\n[02:53.31] Keepin' it Gangsta\n[02:54.96] If I'm probally in the hood or I'm in Hollywood\n[02:58.48] Keepin' it Gangsta\n[02:59.59] If I spit 16 on a track or 16 from a gat\n[03:03.67] Keepin' it Gangsta\n[03:05.50] Y'all know who\n[03:08.73] Keepin' it Gangsta\n[03:10.71] We come through\n[03:13.91] Keepin' it Gangsta\n[03:15.28] Y'all know 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Dreams","duration":310.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"D Block, true indeed\nDouble R, yes, true indeed\nDesert Storm, true indeed\nSheek Lu' where you at?\nAah, true indeed\nHaha, you know how we doin' baby?\nKeepin' it gangsta, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yo\n\nHow many men could you kill? Let me count all the bullets I got\nMany bricks could move, you can say 20 a block\nMany niggas'll ride you could fill a football field\nHow much money you got? You think I signed a football deal\n\nMy nigga give me the word, I'ma kill that lane\nYou know major league niggas play the kidnap game\nHave the kid missin' for days, listen and pray\nAnd I'ma kill 6 of your niggas, 6 different ways\n\nAnd we still got extra of rhymes, still gangsta\nTry to run up on the guy, that send your legs to your mom\nAnd we still got kilos of Coke\nRuff Ryders to the death, ride or die nigga we know the oath\n\nThat's why I'm tryin' to send this metal through your head\n'Cause you got me curious, you probably look better when your dead\nNine by the spine, 5th in the Holst\nScum bag it's them D-Block boys, Daddy kissin' the ghost\n\nComin' through like 'The Matrix' in the A-6\nTriple black leather, six-speed, with the gray stick\nGive me the safe, I spit at your face\nDouble clip in your mug, then have S P hit it wit mase\n\nAnd we just caught Burners and do me, I'll say this\nYour little niggas lookin' up to me like the walls in Green Haven\nKeep heat and we shank ya, rob ya and say, \"Thank ya\"\nNow, that's keepin' it gangsta\n\nYa'll know who, keepin' it gangsta\nWe come through, keepin' it gangsta\nYa'll know how we do, keepin' it gangsta\nMy whole crew, keepin' it gangsta\n(Yeah, okay, uh, yeah, uh, yo)\n\nWe your favorite gangstas, favorite gangstas, do better both\nBefore these slugs sink hitters, weighs like anchors\nWe don't own clean guns, all our skets is dirty\nI toss bullets, New York niggas gel like Testaverde\n\nI don't keep the scope on a ratchet\nFor the dope, I'm gonna catch it\nMake sure the joint ain't point blank so they can't open your casket\nMy whole crew got glocks on 'em\nIn a hurry to shoot, like they put shot clocks on 'em\n\nAll that gossip we blast, better see if they possibly has\nA V 12 ambulance that will get you to a hospital fast\nWe done came out the cages in shackles\nI ain't call a pager to track you, I'm loadin' up gages to whack you\n\nWe been riding together and us back and forth\nIt's like puttin' Saddam Hussein and Bin Laden together\nSoon as you get a crumb, they wanna bury ya\nThat's why I travel with a semi like Eddie in 'Coming To America'\n\nSilencers, it sound like it's hummin' when I'm airin' ya\nWon't know you hit, 'til your body numbin' in that area\nThe kids don't want to see the toast of Mom and Daddy\nPlus we rather be roastin' Charming fatties in a toasted armor Caddy\n\nAnd we come through with chains glisten and thangs spittin'\nHollow shots'll leave your brain missin'\nGhetto F A B and Paul Cain, nigga\nWe gettin' heaps of complaints for keepin' it gangsta\n\nYa'll know who, keepin' it gangsta\nWe come through, keepin' it gangsta\nYa'll know how we do, keepin' it gangsta\nMy whole crew, keepin' it gangsta\n\nHey yo, we represent them down ass niggas, okay\nM O P, okay, rip rounds at you clown ass niggas, all day\nB Day nigga get up off snooze\nDon't make me put your gangsta on the 6 o'clock news\n\nYou ride in a what, what's up, don't get it fucked up\nOr twisted, 'cause you'll get it twisted and fucked up\nAnd die in that truck, be cautious when your walkin' through\nBe careful who you talkin' too, comes the boom\n\nIt's the livest motherfucers of the century\nYou niggas is killin' me, you got to be kiddin' me, aha, aha\nAin't nobody takin' it and makin' it\nExtra like dust, throwin' they ass on the record and bless it like Gus\n\nNow, about them weak flows, keep those, we eat those\nAs far as meat goes, we keep those, the street knows\nThe M O, M O P is what's up\nWe in the cut, Brownsville is heatin' it up, come on\n\nYo, your ego, why still spit lines, that your bitch?\nPlay C low and spit four five's at your six\nYa'll really wanna lose your life\nSo, I'ma smack flames out ya\nPick ya money up and roof ya dice\n\nYo, you done know were we from, soldier come, soldier jump\nSoldier, you been found and your whip's slumped over\nWith your gangsta ass, dead and your gone\nIced out, chain out, with ya brains out, head on your horn\n\nYou know who be keepin' it gangsta\nWith a truck full of goons that fakesta\nAnd the Brownsville niggas from the past\nThat run up, put a hammer to ya gut and tell ya\n\"Drop it in the bag\"\n\nYou gangsta, Paul, whatever\n'Cause for real if I ever, ever, what?\nEver, ever catch yo ass flippin', I'ma pop a collar, boom\nWoo mack and when your bitch holla\n\nYa'll know who, keepin' it gangsta\nWe come through, keepin' it gangsta\nYa'll know how we do, keepin' it gangsta\nMy whole crew, keepin' it gangsta","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.40] D Block, true indeed\n[00:05.29] Double R, yes, true indeed\n[00:07.35] Desert Storm, true indeed\n[00:08.79] Sheek Lu' where you at?\n[00:10.69] Aah, true indeed\n[00:13.25] Haha, you know how we doin' baby?\n[00:13.94] Keepin' it gangsta, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yo\n[00:15.74] How many men could you kill? 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missin'\n[02:39.59] Ghetto F A B and Paul Cain, nigga\n[02:42.23] We gettin' heaps of complaints for keepin' it gangsta\n[02:45.05] Ya'll know who, keepin' it gangsta\n[02:48.44] We come through, keepin' it gangsta\n[02:53.88] Ya'll know how we do, keepin' it gangsta\n[03:00.13] My whole crew, keepin' it gangsta\n[03:04.32] Hey yo, we represent them down ass niggas, okay\n[03:07.14] M O P, okay, rip rounds at you clown ass niggas, all day\n[03:10.90] B Day nigga get up off snooze\n[03:13.58] Don't make me put your gangsta on the 6 o'clock news\n[03:15.87] You ride in a what, what's up, don't get it fucked up\n[03:18.42] Or twisted, 'cause you'll get it twisted and fucked up\n[03:21.03] And die in that truck, be cautious when your walkin' through\n[03:23.92] Be careful who you talkin' too, comes the boom\n[03:26.31] It's the livest motherfucers of the century\n[03:29.39] You niggas is killin' me, you got to be kiddin' me, aha, aha\n[03:29.71] Ain't nobody takin' it and makin' 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missin'\n[02:39.59] Ghetto F A B and Paul Cain, nigga\n[02:42.23] We gettin' heaps of complaints for keepin' it gangsta\n[02:45.05] Ya'll know who, keepin' it gangsta\n[02:48.44] We come through, keepin' it gangsta\n[02:53.88] Ya'll know how we do, keepin' it gangsta\n[03:00.13] My whole crew, keepin' it gangsta\n[03:04.32] Hey yo, we represent them down ass niggas, okay\n[03:07.14] M O P, okay, rip rounds at you clown ass niggas, all day\n[03:10.90] B Day nigga get up off snooze\n[03:13.58] Don't make me put your gangsta on the 6 o'clock news\n[03:15.87] You ride in a what, what's up, don't get it fucked up\n[03:18.42] Or twisted, 'cause you'll get it twisted and fucked up\n[03:21.03] And die in that truck, be cautious when your walkin' through\n[03:23.92] Be careful who you talkin' too, comes the boom\n[03:26.31] It's the livest motherfucers of the century\n[03:29.39] You niggas is killin' me, you got to be kiddin' me, aha, aha\n[03:29.71] Ain't nobody takin' it and makin' 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missin'\n[02:39.59] Ghetto F A B and Paul Cain, nigga\n[02:42.23] We gettin' heaps of complaints for keepin' it gangsta\n[02:45.05] Ya'll know who, keepin' it gangsta\n[02:48.44] We come through, keepin' it gangsta\n[02:53.88] Ya'll know how we do, keepin' it gangsta\n[03:00.13] My whole crew, keepin' it gangsta\n[03:04.32] Hey yo, we represent them down ass niggas, okay\n[03:07.14] M O P, okay, rip rounds at you clown ass niggas, all day\n[03:10.90] B Day nigga get up off snooze\n[03:13.58] Don't make me put your gangsta on the 6 o'clock news\n[03:15.87] You ride in a what, what's up, don't get it fucked up\n[03:18.42] Or twisted, 'cause you'll get it twisted and fucked up\n[03:21.03] And die in that truck, be cautious when your walkin' through\n[03:23.92] Be careful who you talkin' too, comes the boom\n[03:26.31] It's the livest motherfucers of the century\n[03:29.39] You niggas is killin' me, you got to be kiddin' me, aha, aha\n[03:29.71] Ain't nobody takin' it and makin' 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kiddin' me, aha, aha\n start_ms: 209390\n end_ms: 209710\n- text: Ain't nobody takin' it and makin' it\n start_ms: 209710\n end_ms: 212830\n- text: Extra like dust, throwin' they ass on the record and bless it like Gus\n start_ms: 212830\n end_ms: 216670\n- text: Now, about them weak flows, keep those, we eat those\n start_ms: 216670\n end_ms: 219350\n- text: As far as meat goes, we keep those, the street knows\n start_ms: 219350\n end_ms: 222020\n- text: The M O, M O P is what's up\n start_ms: 222020\n end_ms: 224420\n- text: We in the cut, Brownsville is heatin' it up, come on\n start_ms: 224420\n end_ms: 226580\n- text: Yo, your ego, why still spit lines, that your bitch?\n start_ms: 226580\n end_ms: 229490\n- text: Play C low and spit four five's at your six\n start_ms: 229490\n end_ms: 231900\n- text: Ya'll really wanna lose your life\n start_ms: 231900\n end_ms: 233730\n- text: So, I'ma smack flames out ya\n start_ms: 233730\n end_ms: 235460\n- text: Pick ya money up and roof ya dice\n start_ms: 235460\n end_ms: 236960\n- text: Yo, you done know were we from, soldier come, soldier jump\n start_ms: 236960\n end_ms: 239990\n- text: Soldier, you been found and your whip's slumped over\n start_ms: 239990\n end_ms: 242320\n- text: With your gangsta ass, dead and your gone\n start_ms: 242320\n end_ms: 244380\n- text: Iced out, chain out, with ya brains out, head on your horn\n start_ms: 244380\n end_ms: 247080\n- text: You know who be keepin' it gangsta\n start_ms: 247080\n end_ms: 250760\n- text: With a truck full of goons that fakesta\n start_ms: 250760\n end_ms: 252830\n- text: And the Brownsville niggas from the past\n start_ms: 252830\n end_ms: 255030\n- text: That run up, put a hammer to ya gut and tell ya\n start_ms: 255030\n end_ms: 257340\n- text: '\"Drop it in the bag\"'\n start_ms: 257340\n end_ms: 258270\n- text: You gangsta, Paul, whatever\n start_ms: 258270\n end_ms: 259650\n- text: '''Cause for real if I ever, ever, what?'\n start_ms: 259650\n end_ms: 262190\n- text: Ever, ever catch yo ass flippin', I'ma pop a collar, boom\n start_ms: 262190\n end_ms: 264780\n- text: Woo mack and when your bitch holla\n start_ms: 264780\n end_ms: 268230\n- text: Ya'll know who, keepin' it gangsta\n start_ms: 268230\n end_ms: 271760\n- text: We come through, keepin' it gangsta\n start_ms: 271760\n end_ms: 278210\n- text: Ya'll know how we do, keepin' it gangsta\n start_ms: 278210\n end_ms: 283580\n- text: My whole crew, keepin' it gangsta\n start_ms: 283580\n end_ms: 289380\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 289380\nplain: |-\n D Block, true indeed\n Double R, yes, true indeed\n Desert Storm, true indeed\n Sheek Lu' where you at?\n Aah, true indeed\n Haha, you know how we doin' baby?\n Keepin' it gangsta, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yo\n\n How many men could you kill? Let me count all the bullets I got\n Many bricks could move, you can say 20 a block\n Many niggas'll ride you could fill a football field\n How much money you got? You think I signed a football deal\n\n My nigga give me the word, I'ma kill that lane\n You know major league niggas play the kidnap game\n Have the kid missin' for days, listen and pray\n And I'ma kill 6 of your niggas, 6 different ways\n\n And we still got extra of rhymes, still gangsta\n Try to run up on the guy, that send your legs to your mom\n And we still got kilos of Coke\n Ruff Ryders to the death, ride or die nigga we know the oath\n\n That's why I'm tryin' to send this metal through your head\n 'Cause you got me curious, you probably look better when your dead\n Nine by the spine, 5th in the Holst\n Scum bag it's them D-Block boys, Daddy kissin' the ghost\n\n Comin' through like 'The Matrix' in the A-6\n Triple black leather, six-speed, with the gray stick\n Give me the safe, I spit at your face\n Double clip in your mug, then have S P hit it wit mase\n\n And we just caught Burners and do me, I'll say this\n Your little niggas lookin' up to me like the walls in Green Haven\n Keep heat and we shank ya, rob ya and say, \"Thank ya\"\n Now, that's keepin' it gangsta\n\n Ya'll know who, keepin' it gangsta\n We come through, keepin' it gangsta\n Ya'll know how we do, keepin' it gangsta\n My whole crew, keepin' it gangsta\n (Yeah, okay, uh, yeah, uh, yo)\n\n We your favorite gangstas, favorite gangstas, do better both\n Before these slugs sink hitters, weighs like anchors\n We don't own clean guns, all our skets is dirty\n I toss bullets, New York niggas gel like Testaverde\n\n I don't keep the scope on a ratchet\n For the dope, I'm gonna catch it\n Make sure the joint ain't point blank so they can't open your casket\n My whole crew got glocks on 'em\n In a hurry to shoot, like they put shot clocks on 'em\n\n All that gossip we blast, better see if they possibly has\n A V 12 ambulance that will get you to a hospital fast\n We done came out the cages in shackles\n I ain't call a pager to track you, I'm loadin' up gages to whack you\n\n We been riding together and us back and forth\n It's like puttin' Saddam Hussein and Bin Laden together\n Soon as you get a crumb, they wanna bury ya\n That's why I travel with a semi like Eddie in 'Coming To America'\n\n Silencers, it sound like it's hummin' when I'm airin' ya\n Won't know you hit, 'til your body numbin' in that area\n The kids don't want to see the toast of Mom and Daddy\n Plus we rather be roastin' Charming fatties in a toasted armor Caddy\n\n And we come through with chains glisten and thangs spittin'\n Hollow shots'll leave your brain missin'\n Ghetto F A B and Paul Cain, nigga\n We gettin' heaps of complaints for keepin' it gangsta\n\n Ya'll know who, keepin' it gangsta\n We come through, keepin' it gangsta\n Ya'll know how we do, keepin' it gangsta\n My whole crew, keepin' it gangsta\n\n Hey yo, we represent them down ass niggas, okay\n M O P, okay, rip rounds at you clown ass niggas, all day\n B Day nigga get up off snooze\n Don't make me put your gangsta on the 6 o'clock news\n\n You ride in a what, what's up, don't get it fucked up\n Or twisted, 'cause you'll get it twisted and fucked up\n And die in that truck, be cautious when your walkin' through\n Be careful who you talkin' too, comes the boom\n\n It's the livest motherfucers of the century\n You niggas is killin' me, you got to be kiddin' me, aha, aha\n Ain't nobody takin' it and makin' it\n Extra like dust, throwin' they ass on the record and bless it like Gus\n\n Now, about them weak flows, keep those, we eat those\n As far as meat goes, we keep those, the street knows\n The M O, M O P is what's up\n We in the cut, Brownsville is heatin' it up, come on\n\n Yo, your ego, why still spit lines, that your bitch?\n Play C low and spit four five's at your six\n Ya'll really wanna lose your life\n So, I'ma smack flames out ya\n Pick ya money up and roof ya dice\n\n Yo, you done know were we from, soldier come, soldier jump\n Soldier, you been found and your whip's slumped over\n With your gangsta ass, dead and your gone\n Iced out, chain out, with ya brains out, head on your horn\n\n You know who be keepin' it gangsta\n With a truck full of goons that fakesta\n And the Brownsville niggas from the past\n That run up, put a hammer to ya gut and tell ya\n \"Drop it in the bag\"\n\n You gangsta, Paul, whatever\n 'Cause for real if I ever, ever, what?\n Ever, ever catch yo ass flippin', I'ma pop a collar, boom\n Woo mack and when your bitch holla\n\n Ya'll know who, keepin' it gangsta\n We come through, keepin' it gangsta\n Ya'll know how we do, keepin' it gangsta\n My whole crew, keepin' it gangsta\n"}]