Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Keep It Real, artist - DJ HurricaneDate of issue: 09.10.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Keep It Real |
| Yo believe I paid the dues man I started in the game |
| With mans on linden and Devan we drinking ghetto champagne |
| Slinging rocks and packing Glock’s on the blocks |
| It’s early in the morning I’m selling tumbs from my Reebok |
| Tres nicks and dimes I write rhymes |
| But the ghetto times they got the cheeks doing crimes |
| The street life yeah that’s the only life I know |
| Where niggas sling rocks bust shots and push yeah yo |
| Sit on crates keep their backs against gates |
| Every man is insane he’s got a brain like Norman bates |
| Timberland boots ski hats we pack gat’s |
| Carry across town because we tapping Niggers Hoodrats |
| But they don’t want the fam |
| See a south side Jamaica queen fellas get down man |
| Listen so what your crew is x-rated |
| Peoples if you violate you getting violated |
| Come on and keep it real; |
| this is saying |
| That the lost boy and group home fam want it all what would you do |
| And if you feel that you’se a real soldier from the street |
| Throw your hand in the air we salute you |
| Bounce it up town bounce it down south |
| Bounce bounce it up town bounce it down south |
| I had a messed up childhood the head is mad nappy |
| I need money in a snap gee kid I’m trying to blow like papi |
| Fat cat the street life is where it’s at |
| Peeling caps so yo we got to stay strapped |
| Terrified cause the crew from the south side is bustin |
| No question |
| I keep my hear in braids taliq got dreads |
| Hangin out in the reds wearing levis and pro-keds |
| Pouring beer on the curb for the dead |
| I had to bring drama to some powder head |
| (Freaky TAH) hey yo cut the music down |
| Yo half the world thought the album failed in this 94 and its on. |
| I’m smoking weed in 96' with my peeps |
| Jetting from the police cause police they’se a bunch of creeps |
| I’m testing off the new burners in the park |
| We sleep during the day and creep when it’s dark |
| I once had to cry when I seen Tyrone die |
| This black on black crime I cram to understand why |
| Baby girls having kids in their teens |
| Young fellows baggy jeans slinging crack to the crack fiends |
| That’s the type of lifestyle that I lead |
| With my fams on the corner drinking beers and smoking weed |
| Yo believe I been through all the struggles and the pain |
| I’m ripping out my hairs and I can’t get to my brain |
| I want the gold teeth and chains |
| I hustle with timberland boots and rainsuits when it rains |
| Fools make your moves pay dues |
| Give up your cheese you loose my baby boy need shoes |
| Stepping to the CHEEKS you made an error |
| You been to the? |
| house of pain? |
| now welcome to my yard of terror |
| What you think I’m some sucka |
| Word to him I stomp you out with my tim chukkas |
| Who who you stepping to the lost boy crew |
| Boy get stomped that ass is through |
| See we live the street life |
| Smoking blunts with the wife stay on point like a … |
| Every day on rockaway is getting hotta |
| I can’t do what a want to I do what I gotta |
| Survive I might not be around in 95 |
| See I was taught young to be strong and just strive |
| So nowadays we packing guns |
| We racking grimy hills for funds and I stash all my sons mons |
| A little man to look after |
| Taking rap as a joke but I see no laughter |
| To man Charles Suitte and big tig in Atlanta and Va… |