Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fa Keeps, artist - Guru. Date of issue: 20.06.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fa Keeps |
| Yeah |
| I put in a lot of work my nigga |
| I’ve seen and been through it all my nigga |
| And I’m still standin |
| A lot stronger and a lot wiser my nigga |
| Playin this game right here for keeps my nigga |
| So therefore, you know I never sleep my nigga |
| I felt pain of all types, still the same it’s alright |
| Course they wanna stereotype but it’s all hype |
| Can’t let the game go sour it needs me |
| Hungry like a black Oliver Twist, feed me |
| If need be, snatch your mic up quick |
| Blast you right up kid, sit back and light up shit |
| I’m the crowd pleaser, street avenger in your loudspeaker |
| Witness the flow, I’m a proud teacher |
| The double helix, the chemicals react to me |
| It’s like sex, the way I do it naturally |
| Aiyyo I’m peepin your card increasin my odds |
| Now my trigger’s cocked back, see me squeezin it hard |
| In this jungle habitat I don’t move like an average cat |
| I got a different kind of superstar status jack |
| And me not handlin biz |
| That’s like the industry without all these scandals and shit |
| I play the game for keeps |
| That’s why I never sleep, run silent run deep |
| I play the game for keeps |
| Yo man I gotta eat, still in the streets dumb heat |
| East to West coast, real is real we rep most |
| Respect toast, those close we check most |
| And you can call me the jeweler |
| Cause I’ma leave ya with somethin of real value to school ya |
| And it don’t go around your wrist or neck, nigga~! |
| Your real peeps’ll never disrespect |
| And punks be goin out for self and cream |
| No self-esteem, they don’t wanna share their wealth with the team |
| And that’s when the plottin starts, huh |
| Just like a few minutes after all the flossin starts |
| I’m playin for keeps just like a man obsessed |
| Been doin this since «words that I manifest» |
| And I came to stay in this sport, I ain’t retirin |
| I’m firin rapidly, to blaze your rapport |
| You wish you could handle me I’ll shit on you randomly |
| While you runnin snitch I’m wit’cha bitch on a canopy |
| You don’t know shit about this rap shit you fake type critics |
| You sheist bigots, I’m O.G., I bet my life with it |
| You trife midget — that’s what you are next to me |
| I’m treachery, knock you out and strong arm the referee |
| My specialty’ll be to dead your zone |
| Runnin your mouth like Wendy shoulda kept some chrome |
| Picture me not reppin it right, huh |
| That’s like a krillz head caught without a stem or a pipe |