Keep It Gangsta

[chorus: Tray Deee]

If you spit game or flip thangs, insist to get paid

Keep it gangsta

In six-fo's wit thick hoes and thug in pimp mode

Gangsta, gangsta

If you stay strapped, drank 'yac, jack or slang sacks

Keep it gangsta

And all the hoes who wanna fuck 'cause they know what's up wit us

Gangsta, gangsta

[verse one: Livio]

Oh, I'm a gangsta livin' in these gangsta times

I want gangsta beats, I spit gangsta rhymes

Am I bout gettin' what's mine? My nigga, all the time

Some of us'll stay ahead, the rest'll fall behind

I'm on the grind, you kickin' short rhymes to Long Beach

Catch you on the wrong street, let you meet the concrete

I'm gettin' so annoyed, you'll get ya soul destroyed

Defeatin' me? You couldn't picture that wit a Polaroid

If Livio was a game, you still couldn't play me

I'd rather stay free, ride dirty wit Tray Deee

Niggas got so much money, they need to carry five wallets

While yours goes up and down like a pair of hydraulics

Niggas surround the mic, but they sound alike

I get 'em happy as a dildo that found a dyke

I leave 'em wit shattered domes, now I'll leave that alone

I don't know, dog, I couldn't call it if I had a phone

[chorus]

[verse two: Tray Deee]

You know how we do this, in the city, strictly of the truest

No doubt, locced out, niggas livin' foolish

Khaki suit the bluest and I bang the 'C'

Bad mothafucka, can't a busta hang wit me

I got the streets on lock, the heat on cock

The beats Crip-Hop, so the beefs don't stop

Fuck them other niggas that don't ride for real

Catch me behind the steel with a mind to kill

I conquer, my whole goal, control and prosper

While whitey want us locked up and known as monsters

To hold us hostage, but they can't stop this

The only outcome is a violent conflict

So I pledge allegiance to God and the Jesus

Forgive me for the illest nights of robbin' and thievin'

I pray I make it upstairs where I could thank ya

But understand that I been handlin' mines, a gangsta

[chorus]

[verse three: Livio]

Eh yo, pack ya shit up 'cause it's time to go

Livio kick a flow, make ya mind explode

You start wit us? I start to rush and turn ya heart to dust

None of you niggas is my dogs so you can't bark wit us

If you think life is rough, I'm a make the world harder

I'm quick to blacka! blacka! You get bombed like Pearl Harbor

I'm smarter than a college graduate from Harvard

Livio got more nuts than George Washington Carver

However far you took it, I'm sure I'm a take it farther

I got balls made of stones, so that proves that I'm harder

I'm comin' in the game and I'm benchin' you starters

Badger your witness and ask more questions than Barbara Walters

Getcha sunblock 'cause I'm sprayin' wit heat

I'm a slave to Funk Daddy when he's playin' the beat

We pickin' the hit, Livio is the quickest to spit

But I'm feelin' like an old toy, man, I'm sick of this shit

[chorus]