Artist: Mack 10 f/ Jazze Pha Album: The Paper Route Song: Keep It Gangsta Typed by: Lil Hustle [Jazze Pha] This is for my motherfucking gangstas All my G's, around the world This is for my motherfucking gangstas All my G's, around the world [Chorus: Jazze Pha - 2x] Gangsta shit, gangsta shit Gangsta shit, gangsta shit [Mack 10] The more guns the more roses, destroy my opposition Never hands on, call shots in my position We sleep niggaz, call us the dream team West Coast kings, with the infrared beams Try me jack my sack, I send my AK'ers To rock your whole crew, like armadayers to your layers Players play the game, niggaz shoulda paid up Beefing with this young nigga, got him sprayed up With ease I got the cheese, to spend ten G's And tell my lil' homie, make sure he's dead when you squeeze Niggaz can't fuck, hoo-bangers like Sopranos Gotta keep it gangsta, so we speak with the ammo With hustling skills, a nigga make drug deals And those that think crack kills, I sell em ecstasy pills Uh teflons, in the cup of my baretta Never one shot, I leave em wetter over cheddar keep it gangsta [Chours - 2x] [Mack 10] Your family making arrangements, while I set my arraignment That there lies a nigga, that didn't know what Mack came with When a enemy's mentioned, I never hate on him What I do is get even, I lay low and wait on him Straight out lay the bait out, wait until he bite Knock his noodles on site, and disappear into the night I go the whole nine yards nigga, walk it out While you wanna talk it out, I be plotting to chalk it out Niggaz suck a footer dick, to get close to me And that's shiesty, cause that ain't how it's 'spose to be But I can see through the Maybelene, and eye shadow Keep my eye on the sparrow, till I hit your bone marrow Be a young pretty nigga, that you thought was made soft That I pay off, to blow all your fucking braids off Had to coach him, tell him that the game don't change Never look suspicious or strange, walk up and bomb in close range Use you for big hits. and when you do one Dump that heat off, and come see me to get a new one Cause if it's on I give a fuck, I'm down for mine And who got the most loot, who win the war every time I keep it gangsta [Chorus - 2x] (*talking*) Well that's all the fuck I hear in the streets, is Mack this Mack that All these niggaz talking about Mack, can suck Mack's motherfucking dick And that's on everything, half of you niggaz bitches want me You mad about that shit, you know I'm saying I'm having more money than you, you mad about that shit You just can't fade me, you mad about that shit You know I really rock all this platinum jewelry With all this motherfucking ice everywhere, I really ride Bentleys I live in mansions, man I mean god damn You know I'm really keeping it gangsta homie You know what is you doing, popping off at the motherfucking mouth Like you tough nigga, they tell me a dog can't bark and bite at the same time So nigga who keeping it gangsta, me or you And to all my niggaz in the streets, that's down with Mack 1-0 And all my niggaz in the pen, y'all keep it gangsta Keep your motherfucking foot on these busters necks, fuck em [Chorus - 2x]