Keep It Real lyrics

Artist  : Jamal 
Song : Keep It Real



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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