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Jamal - 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 |
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