Keeping It Real
Hold up, got to get up, shut up, or get down, cause I’m in town, when I get
there you better not be around, when I’m here I make sure theres no
sound, and locks my block down, I keeps every thing real, but still why
you in my grill, everything I spit is ill, when you in the courts just feed me
the pill,I’ll finish the job better then how you left it accept it, I teach
niggas lessons make sure they are never in, my place, cause I’ll be in they
face, ready to break it like it was a tie for first place, never have to pay
chase, and will never use mase, I straight shoot the fair ones, don’t use
guns, not tryin to endanger any daughters or sons, smoked a little weed
and dutchs, never had to do anything such as, kill a nigga over some
touches, clumsy niggas get wasted, laced and, chased till theres no more
land, that shows you not to mess wit me and my mans
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