Del the Funky Homosapien & Tame One - Keep It Up lyrics

[Intro/Verse1: Tame One] (Keep it up) I know some peeps that's locked up, that'd get your street shot up So you need to be looking out in case some heat pops up In the cell, living well, with their feet propped up Writing letters by the box cause their freaks knocked up Calling me collect to send fresh tapes up Taking flicks in front of bricks with their bench weight up Talking 'bout they coming home to stick the whole block up Thugging out, acting like they wanna dig Pac up Kind of mad cause they heard that my group broke up And if there's beef they gotta go and shoot some folks up I tell 'em no, but you know how it go-- they're souped up Ready to spray a n***a from his Tim boots up Most of 'em had to get bumped when I was getting ?ed up Now that I'm chilling, more than half of 'em still ?ed up I try to tell 'em to chill, it ain't safe to act up I don't want to see my cats locked back up Heads up, it's going down-- raise up If you see me around, it's time to blaze up [Pre-Chorus] Big up to all my people that's still in the cut And if you doing your thing, you keep it up Keep it up Keep it up [Chorus: Tame One and Del the Funky h*mosapien] Heads up, it's going down-- raise up And If you see me around it's time to blaze up Big up to all my peeps that's in the cut And if you doing your thing, keep it up Keep it up, keep it up Keep it up, keep it up [Verse 2:Del the Funky h*mosapien] (Keep it up, yeah keep it up) Yo, life is complex, but also not so deep We also know that talk is cheap-- I hear a whole heap Young n***as haul heat, now, to back it, though Crack his skull, and let the chopper shred your clavicle Cops are swarming on any n***as acting like they're not conformists They're cats that I know, and I tried to warn 'em Cats warned me when I was young and ornery On the corner with a sheet of tabs and the streets was bad Imma do to help brothers if they need a hand But some motherf**ers really ain't seeing that Scarface got they mind like hard base Mike-Tyson-punch-out fists, knockin fronts out quick I'm like, jay walkin? know how many months I'll get? Bein homeless is illegal, people tell him, round here n***as that be with me everyday Already got full reign of all my sh** But then they rob my crib All I know is when you're low, like you're straight stuck In quicksand, fix that and try to stay up, dude [Chorus] [Verse 3a: Tame One] I know some chicks in the bricks to keep their weaves up Dimed out, telling brothers they need to ease up The ones gettin busy, I keep their knees up And the ones that wanna front, I smoke their trees up Be in their crib, wilding, drinking their beer up Taking 'em out boosting, getting my gear up I can't take 'em out cause they like to act up Run game on Tame, they might get smacked up [Verse 3b: Del the Funky h*mosapien] Hoes wanna play house and shack up Like, that's what's up-- lay on the mattress and f** Master of seduction want to capture bucks Snatch 'em up like a vacuum s** clumps of dust She can stick around for some laughs and yuks But after that I gotta smash and raise her a** up The last duck playing around, gave her a checkup Told her you won't get much if you don't keep your head up [Chorus] [Outro] [Del ad-libs smack talk]