Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Keep On, artist - Z-Ro. Album song A.B.N. It Is What It Is, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.07.2008
Record label: Rap-A-Lot
Song language: English
Keep On |
Say some people call me the Crooked, cause my mind ain’t straight |
Leave niggas leaning to the side, like they need a V8 |
I tried to be a changed man, but my plan ain’t play |
Haters forced me, to put a gun back in my hand and spray |
Was already dealing with, a bunch of those ho ass niggas |
Niggas-niggas, hated by mo' bitch ass niggas |
Took a fall, got arrested then you bitches got bold |
What you thought I wasn’t coming back, to bomb on you hoes |
I heard the rumors for myself, Z-Ro signed for ten |
Here I am, it ain’t safe to come outside again |
For the record, fuck everybody I ain’t got no friend |
Nigga remember how you treated Ro, when Ro had no ends |
That explain when you see me, why I reach in my pants |
Pull out my pistol, let a fade nigga straight bleed in they ass |
Yeah I’m back and let it be known, Z-Ro done made it home |
Fuck with me I empty out my clip, reload and keep on |
Keep on, and I won’t stop |
Fuck with me, I promise I’mma make your breathing stop |
I keep on, with my Glock cocked |
Living on the edge till I’m dead, screaming fuck the cops |
Fresh out of jail, mayn |
You niggas, done fucked up now |
Came back, to get my mail mayn |
Playa don’t make me, buck you down |
I’m the King of Da Ghetto |
And I’m here, to reclaim my throne |
In a relationship, with a chick 4−4 |
And nigga my bitch, be blazing domes |
If y’all fellas, wanna play game |
I’m dumping, on every car I see |
It’s that time, when I play mayn |
Brace yourself, R.I.P |
It’s reprocussions, when you niggas press my buttons too hard |
Then I become a saint, by bringing you niggas closer to God |
Love nothing and slug something, everytime I breathe |
Murder on my enemies, I’m the reason they families grieve |
Please O.G. |
gorilla, original girl gone on |
'Fore I beat your bitch ass, without ever hanging up my phone |
Cause when I get wired up, niggas get tied up |
It be nothing but yellow tape, everytime I r-ride up |
T-Ray, we use to be cool and kick it and thang |
Understand you was in prison, and missing the game |
Understand me when I tell you, if you cross me you could die |
Might as well be a pigeon, cause your spirit fin to fly |
If you wasn’t on «Keep on Watching Me», you ain’t a Guerilla |
Trying to imitate a gangsta, that’s when a gangsta come get ya |
Run and telling toy soldiers in your army, the war’s on |
Catch em one by one and dump my gun, they cease to keep on what |