Lil Gin - I Keep It Real lyrics

Busta a** n***as talk sh** Can't Back it up Wound up Gettin served by lil gin dont give a f** Hidin in tha bushes on yo a** til you come out co*k my smith & wesson back To yo motha f**in mouth b**h I dont give a f** See tha police can't catch me n***as on banana peels Always gettin that bullet drilled Dead in they motha f**in face Where it hurt the most Leavin n***as shirts soaked Cause Im full of that f**in blow Drive by on a 10 speed Yo momma lookin out the window Threw up a finger sign and told that b**h to kiss my nuts Rat ra-ta-ta ta-ta-ta We leavin n***as on they motha f**in biznack Claimin you a k**a I can't tell trick You won't do sh** I'm leavin mountains on yo head When you think you can step to this n***a, Lil Gin, I never get no f**in rest Stop slippin with that ana on yo chest Chorus: x2 I keep it real n***a Stay way from lame hoes I'm a made man stay chasin bankrolls I stay low key Smokin major weed I be posted on yo block but you can't see me Rollin in my pimpin ain't no tellin what I'm fiddin to do My beeper just a beepin so I'm takin a risk to drop off two Keys in my lap just in case these n***as stangin I strapped b**h don't trip cause I'm equipped with that pistol grip Rollin down the highway on my way I'm drinkin alazay Sprayin that cherry spray I'm blowin my heata while I'm cheefin hay Made it to my designation then I grip my cellular n***a where yo a** at? Then I load my f**in gat Lookin through the rearview and a shawty pulled up, thats the man Steppin out the car kinda slow with a breifcase in his hand The money that he pulled out was all crispy when he opened it Once I reach then I see n***as out of nowhere with them tecs Thinkin kinda fast but reachin slow to get my f**in gun Soon as I open my trench BOOM! To my f**in arm That lets ya know not to go out like no s**a Cause when you dealin dope somebody else is on they f**in hustle Chorus: x2 I keep it real n***a Stay way from lame hoes I'm a made man stay chasin bankrolls I stay low key Smokin major weed I be posted on yo block but you can't see me I'm from the North Memphis area Where pimp n***as packin the Heat under the seat Dippin sweets bumpin dozier We tearin up tha f**in club Rollin so clean on them 4s Thick as hell on Beale St where you can f** on the first night hoes Everywhere n***as that tryin to get paid The game is you play or get played k**as in my town we layin em down with a rusty twelve gauge I got much, love for the H double O-D I grew in I will win Many stang on any trick b**h tryin to cross my clan Throw you S-E-T cause a North Memphis gangsta n***as got my back Hurts Village, Woodland, Smoke City, Washington, Nash St n***as jack in tracks Whats yo hood like? Is it rough is it tough? We got greys and gold grills and n***a we ain't afriad to bust I'm project boy Running from the police ain't no thing I mastered all that sh** As a young n***a shootin at the junkies on the back porch as they try to run off with my bricks Put some money back into the ghetto while you standin tall Don't forget where you came from, Cause you can fall Chorus: x2 I keep it real n***a Stay way from lame hoes I'm a made man stay chasin bankrolls I stay low key Smokin major weed I be posted on yo block but you can't see me