Keith Murray - Keep It Real lyrics

[Intro] 1995; crack the bubbly Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop Yo, word is bond [Verse 1] Yo, look who just jumped up on the scene Pocket full of green, bu*ter in leather and all I be's that n***a 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 b**hes for days, rich as it pays Damn sh**s changed since back in the days (get money) In 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 n***a That'll drop the temperature? b**h, I ain't really into ya [Chorus] To all the tramp goldiggers (Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all) (x2) To all the misrepresenters (Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all) (x2) To all the b**h-a** n***as (Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all) (x2) To all the tramp goldiggers (Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all) (x2) [Verse 2] I drop the lines and blow your mind y'all When I be comin' on that ill tip My whole crew pack nines, don't make me have to k** sh** 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-C 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 then I turn the whole world around! And blow the sun up, word is bond, we blow the sun up n***as 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 n***as they all stiff when the red dots to they knot [Chorus] To all the tramp goldiggers (Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all) (x2) To all the misrepresenters (Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all) (x2) To all the b**h-a** n***as (Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all) (x2) To all the tramp goldiggers (Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all) (x2)