[Talking:]
Fabolous, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh
Yeah, yo, I don’t care what y’all do, how y’all do, uh-huh, uh-huh
Where y’all do it, Brooklyn, yeah, just keep it gangsta, yeah, uh
Look at them gangstas
Ugh, uh, yeah, uh, uh-huh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh

Fab’s livin’ la vida loca
The only nigga in the hood you can come see for either weed or coca
Nark’s wanna see me and my team in a chair
They heard about the kid with the high beams in his ear
DEA been lookin’ for proof since 9-3
When I came through in the Benz with the roof behind me
Tell them jake’s, throw on bullet proof’s and find me
You need extinguishers to go in the booth behind me
Who the fuck wanna beef?
My Fendi knits be 3X, so you can’t see whats tucked underneath
And I might not even drop
Just take my advance and make a small town in Cleveland pop
“Vivrant Thing” on my hip, that will make you “Breathe and Stop”
Rock ya chain in ya shirt, you roll with your sleeves on top
You niggas know where my heat stay at
I leave niggas MIA and I ain’t talkin’ where the Heat play at, c’mon

[Chorus:]
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

Niggas don’t think I’m still shavin’ crack
Cause I pull up in a truck with a system, that make the pavement crack
Baguettes have my face and beard covered
And I keep a Leathal Weapon like, Mel Gibson and Dan Glover
Now I lose V Money and C Lo
And the cops think me and Muggs, is G Money and Nino
I don’t hit these honey’s with C-Notes
Rather put them on Greyhound, Strap these honey’s with kilo’s
Type of gangsta every chick wants
I get Nike’s from Aster you won’t see hit the store for 6 months
There’s something bout the Beamer X5
When I come through it be increasing a skeo’s sex drive
Half the click look like they stuck Genesis up
The other half is, tryin’ to wrap they sentences up
I’m never gone hate, half these artists never slum weight
When they call NY, it’s the only time they touch the 7-1-8, what nigga

[Chorus]

I lay low on the other side of the globe
Carat’s hangin’ out the side of my lobe, pull in ya drivers side and unload
They find ya when it’s time for your ride to be towed
On side of the road, with ya brain on ya passenger side of ya Rove (Rover)
Y’all niggas ain’t gangstas til’ y’all ridin’, and Fed’s tell ya
Hit a chick once, and she runnin’ back like Fred Taylor
I’m snatchin’ everything in the PJ’s now
That’s why most these niggas is workin’ with the DA’s now
If I’m in a hoop ride, or a buggy coupe 5
Keepin’ it Gangsta
If I’m with a hoochie freak, or a dime in Gucci sneaks
Keepin’ it Gangsta
If I’m probally in the hood, or I’m in Hollywood
Keepin’ it Gangsta
If I spit 16 on a track, or 16 from a gat
Keepin’ it Gangsta

[Chorus]