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, butter 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 shit's changed since back in the days
(get money)
In 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

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 and 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 you ear
Smash and trash MCs 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-IC 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 then
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

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)