Keep It Real E

1995, niggas in the street yo. Craft of bubbly. Don't stop, don't stop, don't drop. Yo, word is bond. Yo. Look who just jumped up on the scene. Pocket full of green, butter leather and all. I beez that nigga named Jamal. Mackin' hoes into tight clothes with pretty toes. Uh-huh. Kickin' flows for all the rowdy bros and It goes look. One two to the break of One nine-nine five. Jamal representin' keep it live. It don't matter how I come on these folklore Tracks With raps we 'bout to still make stacks We got bitches for days Riches it pays Damn Shit changed since back in the day Get money And my mouth is where the blunt stays placed Then I get dazed To kick a phrase to Amaze uh I’m getting busier Leaving hoes dizzier Than they ever been with a grown man Izzy Ya Straight looney type of nigga That’ll drop the Temperature Bitch I ain’t really into all the tramp Gold diggers Keep it real y’all Gotta keep it Real y’all Keep it real y’all gotta keep y’all Keep it real y’all Gotta keep it real y’all Keep it real y’all gotta Keep real y’all Gotta keep it real y’all Keep It real y’all gotta keep Keep it real y’all Gotta keep it real y’all Keep it real y’all gotta keep real I drop The lines that blow 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 your ear Smashin', Trash MCs from the front to the rear Yeah In ninety-five until I still kick the Ill lyrical Miracles leavin' rappers hysterical Uh I keep it raw And when I got the gat I hit them All And on an M-I-C I rip 'em all Yeah Word up This is dedicated to my peeps On six oh and six one on the Illadelphiatic Streets Take it to the recently deceased H-town Tall D rest in peace Word is bond As the Beat heat up Psychotic Thought starts to lead up I got the sauce to make the Billboard bullet Speed up Yo word up right on Jamal gots To 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 yeah I stick my dick in the Ground then I turn The whole world around uh Huh And blow the sun out Word is bond We blow the sun out Niggas they run Up Tryna stop the come up and get done up Put your guns up I blaze your buns up When I rock the spot Niggas they all stiff When the red dot till they not Till they Not... Till they not.... To all the tramp gold diggers Keep it real Y’all Gotta keep it real y’all Keep it real Y’all gotta it Keep it real y’all Gotta keep it real y’all Keep it real y’all gotta Keep it real y’all Gotta keep it real y’all Keep it real y’all gotta y’all Keep it real y’all Gotta keep it real y’all Keep it real y’all gotta Keep it real y’all Gotta keep it real y’all Keep it real y’all gotta it Keep it real y’all Gotta keep it real y’all