Baatin - Keep it On lyrics

[Produced by J Dilla] It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder How I keep from goin under my seat, to get it And uh n***as in the crew say I'm the bullsh** And yes I Guess that's the reason why y'all n***as stay cashless It's a shame to y'all to watch a... mack And n***as don't know jack about a, cash flow I'm sick of n***as poppin up at my crib, all unannounced and sh** Got me duckin, dodgin under the f**in mattress and um It's time to address these n***as that know my address And this n***a don't take no mess, call me poppa boy These Prince n***as always showing their a** for nothin' Ain't never around when sh** starts jumpin' off... get lost boy And about to get that a** bust the f** back When the S starts to act up boy you don't know how to act Act.. act.. act.. [Hook] (keep rising to the top) And my mind say Keep it on Rockin this beat wit y'all You don't stop keep it on You know I got the charm Counterfeit n***as be runnin; Tryin to take sh** or money that wasn't yours in the first place You know how wild it gets in my wallet You know how wild it gets You know my money flips in my uhh, that'what my wallet gets 100 dollar it, and then turn the sh** in to polish it Cremate and tarnish it and then.. you're not a part of it If you get caught up in this You're just a participant You can't claim of this or take blame of this, particularly These b**hes get stitches, son it just, gets ridiculous Relentlessly delicious; 'til these n***as Transform n***as, to un n***as, the anti also non-n***as Keep on [Hook] You either love em Leave 'em Lynch 'em, penitentiary 'em, diss 'em Kiss 'em Are you eligible To be my lapdancer, did you know I used to be a bachelor, with a widow, who slept with a dil*o I never get sentimental when I put up enough It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder How I (k-k-k-keep risin).. pissed Because I never had no new apparel As a fellow member Of the mellow level When it comes to s**ual ecstasy I get a medal [Hook]