I Keep It Real lyrics

[Verse 1]
Busta ass n*ggas talk sh*t
Can't Back it up, wound up
Gettin served by Lil Gin dont give a f*ck
Hidin' in the bushes on yo ass till you come out
c*ck my Smith & Wesson back to your motherf*cking mouth
b*tch, I don't give a f*ck, see, the police can't catch me
n*ggas on banana peels always gettin' that bullet drilled
Dead in they motherf*cking face where it hurt the most
Leavin' n*ggas shirts soaked 'cause I'm full of that f*ckin' dope
Drive by on a 10 speed, yo momma lookin' out the window
Threw up a finger sign and told that b*tch to kiss my nuts
Rat, rat-ta-tat, tat-tat-tat
We leavin' n*ggas on they motherf*cking biznack
Claimin' you a killer, I can tell, trip, you won't do sh*t
I'm leavin' mountains on yo head
When you think you can step to this
n*gga, Lil Gin, I never get no f*cking rest
Stop slippin' with that ana on yo chest, n*gga

[Chorus]
I keep it real, n*gga, stay way from lame hoes
I'm a made man, stay chasin' bankrolls
I stay low key, smokin' major weed
I be posted on yo block but you can't see me
I keep it real, n*gga, stay way from lame hoes
I'm a made man, stay chasin' bankrolls
I stay low key, smokin' major weed
I be posted on yo block but you can't see me
[Verse 2]
Rollin' in my pimpin', ain't no tellin' what I'm finna do
My beeper just a beepin', so I'm takin' a risk to drop off two
Keys in my lap just in case these n*ggas stangin'
I'm strapped, b*tch, don't trip
'Cause I'm equipped with that pistol grip
Rollin' down the highway, on my way I'm drinkin' Alize
Sprayin' that cherry spray
I'm blowin' my heater while I'm cheefin hay
Made it to my designation then I grip my cellular
n*gga, where yo ass at? Then I load my f*cking gat
Lookin' through the rear view and a shawty pulled up, that's the man
Steppin' out the car kinda slow with a briefcase in his hand
The money that he pulled out was all crispy when he opened it
Once I reach then I see n*ggas out of nowhere with them tecs
Thinkin' kinda fast, but reachin' slow to grip my f*ckin' gun
Soon as I open my trench – boom, to my f*ckin' arm
That lets ya know not to go out like no sucka
'Cause when you dealin' dope somebody else is on they f*ckin' hustle

[Chorus]
I keep it real, n*gga, stay way from lame hoes
I'm a made man, stay chasin' bankrolls
I stay low key, smokin' major weed
I be posted on yo block but you can't see me
I keep it real, n*gga, stay way from lame hoes
I'm a made man, stay chasin' bankrolls
I stay low key, smokin' major weed
I be posted on yo block but you can't see me
[Verse 3]
I'm from the North Memphis area where pimp n*ggas packin' the
Heat under the seat, dippin' sweets, bumpin' dozier
We tearin' up the f*cking club, rollin' so clean on them 4's
Thick as hell on Beale St. where you can f*ck on the first night hoes
Everywhere n*ggas that tryin' to get paid
The game is you play or get played
Killers in my town, we layin' em down with a rusty twelve gauge
I got much love for the H double O-D I grew in
I will win many stang on any trick b*tch tryin' to cross my clan
Throw you S-E-T 'cause a North Memphis gangsta n*ggas got my back
[Hurt Village, Woodland, Smoke City, Washington, ?]Nash Street, n*ggas jackin' tracks
What's yo hood like? Is it rough is it tough?
We got grey and gold grills
And, n*gga, we ain't afraid to bust some project boy
Running from the police ain't no thing, I mastered all that sh*t
As a young n*gga shootin' at the junkies on the back porch tryna run off with my bricks
Put some money back into the ghetto while you standin' tall
Don't forget where you came from 'cause you can fall

[Chorus]
I keep it real, n*gga, stay way from lame hoes
I'm a made man, stay chasin' bankrolls
I stay low key, smokin' major weed
I be posted on yo block but you can't see me
I keep it real, n*gga, stay way from lame hoes
I'm a made man, stay chasin' bankrolls
I stay low key, smokin' major weed
I be posted on yo block but you can't see me