Keep It Real Lyrics

Keep It Real lyrics

1995.
Crack the bubbly
Don't stop don't stop don't stop
Yo word is
bond

Yo look who just jumped up on the scene
Pocket full of green but
in leather and all
I be's that nigga named Jamal
Mackin' hoes in the tight
clothes with pretty toes
Kickin' flows for all the rowdy bros and it goes
look
1 2 to the breaker 1 9 9 5
Jamal representin' keep it live
It
don't matter how I come on these funk raw tracks with raps
We bout to still
make snaps
We got bitches for days, rich as it pays
Damn shits changed
since back in the days, get money
And my mouth is where the blunt stays
blazed
And I get dazed to kick a phrase to amaze
I'm gettin' busier,
leavin' hoes dizzier
Than they even been with the grown men
Is he a
straight looney type of nigga
That'll drop the temperature?
Bitch, I
ain't really into ya

Chrous:

To all the tramp goldiggers
Keep
it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all
Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it
real y'all
To all the misrepresenters
Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it
real y'all
Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all
To all the bitch
ass niggas
Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all
Keep it real
y'all, gotta keep it real y'all
To all the tramp goldiggers
Keep it real
y'all, gotta keep it real y'all
Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real
y'all

I drop the lines above your mind y'all
When I be comin' on that
ill tip
My whole crew pack nines, don't make me have to kill shit
Uh, I
bring the flavor to you ear
Smash and trash MC's from the front to the
rear
In '95 until, I still kick the ill lyrical miracles
Leavin' rappers
hysterical
I keep it raw and when I got the gat I hit'em all
And on the
M-I-C I rip'em all
Yeah, word up, this is dedicated to my peeps
on 6-0
and 6-1 on the Illedelphiatic streets
Take it to the recently
deceased
H-Town, Tall D, rest in peace
Word is bond, as the beat heat
up
Psychotic thoughts starts to lead up
I got the sauce to make the
Billboard bullet speed up
Yo, word up, right on, Jamal gots the vibe
y'all
And that's the deal on the real, I gets ill y'all
It's Philly's
finest behind this doin' damage
No matter how scandalous they can't handle
this, handle what?
Underground sound, I stick my dick in the ground
And I
turn the whole world around!
And blow the sun up, word is bond, we blow the
sun up
Niggas they run up, tryin' to stop the come up and get done up
Put
your guns up, I blaze your buns up when I rock your spot
Niggas they all
stiff when the red dots to they knot

Chorus x2

Word up, keep it
real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all