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    "Keep It Real" Lyrics

    Jamal

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    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, but in 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 shits changed since back in the days, get money
    And 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

    Chrous:

    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 above 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 MC's 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-I-see 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
    And 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

    Chorus x2

    Word up, keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all
    This song was submitted on February 13th, 2012 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Jamal T S Phillips, Stevie Wonder.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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