[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
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
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