Keep On Lyrics

Keep On lyrics

[Rob]



Bitch I got my weight up, now my dues is paid up



It's niggaz falling off in this game, I'm trying to stay up



I treat this shit just like George Girvin, it's a lay up



You don't need no do's, cause my flows'll make you wake up



I'm the baker put the cake up, we real put the fake up



If your broad rolling with us, she coming back with no make up



The game needed a shake up, so I'm here to get that paper



Big Rob the Rhino, six-five earthquaker



Got hoes in Jamaica, moving dust like a snake-a



I roll with with Big Ake-a, cause he's a mic breaker



If your gal beeping us, the Kingz is gon take her



And don't bump your gums, or get heated like a vapor



And niggaz gon hate you, whether you broke or got paper



It don't matter, cause my lines'll put your career in danger



This one here's a banger, to the booth I ain't no stranger



Now you got your money's worth, cause the Kingz won't short tracer







[Chalie]



Your friend of a friend said this, your friend of a friend said that



Better tell your friend of a friend, that Chalie Boy said to back back



Before they get they head cracked, fucking with my bread stack



No need for no conversation, bitch cause I'ma did that



Little relief soldier, military minded



Knock off your block and drop it, where your secretary find it



(that's thoed, I'll rewind it) pay attention you'll find it



Sickening how I be spitting, giving sight to the blinded



Perfectly timed it, showing my ass



Conscience clearer, but all these hating hoes in the past



Want smouse on my cash, on the track I'ma blast



You can compare and contrast, I'm the best the rest trash







[Tite]



Move fast but I bet you, only be playing catch up



Niggaz that hold plex, end up leaving on a stretcher



Dripping red ketchup, for fucking with my ghett-a



Let the sun do it, cause I ain't gon sweat you



Tite revving up the Nikes, as far



Dime piece in the drop, I keep the nicest broad



The good life is what I live, with a nice support



And anybody trying to take it, getting life support



Feel my speech I reach out, still I T



I'm like a stove when I spit, you could feel my heat



I got flows like the lotto, you can take your pick



Put the Tite on your song, and it could make you rich



You bastards sick, thinking I don't hear the chatter



I got a nice Smith and Wess', that'll squish your bladder



A line this side, the ghetto got me crying inside



I never go without a fight, shit I'm down with pride



I'm a man not a mouse, never trust the gritty



King Kong got the hood, and I'll crush the city



It's do or die, you wanna know who am I



The same gangstas on them cd's, you choose to buy







[Coop]



Another day another year, and it's still no fear



Never thought to bite my tongue, when I spit in your ear



All these messy ass niggaz, talking bout bidness they taking



They want the hoes that I'm taking, the money I'm making



Most boys wanna walk, before they crawl



Man it's real in the field, everybody can't ball



Need that eye of the tiger, a heart that won't quit



Ain't no question bout your blood, you a full bread pit



Sit back relax my mind, over dranks and blunts



I'm thinking yacht with two cots, and a bitch on the front



Ghetto fab how I keep it, so that's how you receive it



Might not believe it, but nigga mo' money I need it



Ways I'm thinking be major, and it might bring pain



Can't nan you boys stop me, cause this style's my fame



Tarnish my name, you got a nigga fucked up kids



Don't let your folks have to read about, the shit I did







(*talking*)



Freestyle Kingz, FK2K3



You next to the DJ Bull, this how it go down



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