Ultra - Keep it Real lyrics

[Skit] (Yo, yo it's my man Tim Dog, what's up Tim?) [Tim] Yo yo whattup playa, whattup whattup (Yo wha**up Kool Keith Yo I know y'all representin, keepin it real for the streets) [Kool] Wha**up, yeah you know it you know it (Yeah, yo I know you're not gonna move out the projects right?) [Tim] What? The f** is wrong with your shorty man? [Tim] n***as tryin to get up out the f**in projects [Tim] What's your f**in problem? [Kool] f** you I got some f**in kids to feed [Kool] Get the f** outta my face alright? [Tim] Get the f** outta here, kiss my a** motherf**er! [Intro: Kool Keith] Yo wha**up? This is Kool Keith (yeah) First of all I'd like to say, the industry is wack (wack) That's right, I said it, the industry is wack (wack) Everybody wack I'm tired of this, let's do this Yeah, check it out [Kool Keith] I'm hearin jokes, freestyled, they jam is wak But representin my scrotum I show dem punks how to do this Like Brutus I'm raw, sissies think they hardcore Ass-out-hole-cold, kid freeze your rectum Don't step to me with hip-hop, pop as Michael Jackson Your crew is no threat, your style just a small fraction So get up, lick the nuts, catch the hiccups Your two-man crew, add one, makin doo-doo You got your fans souped up, people drinkin urine I'm mysterious plus your girl begs for an*l s** I got my tape bu*t-naked, pumpin Ricki Lake Dogstyle champ, you pause at B, watch your crack shake I got no time for toys and cheap steaks I'm boys with Texas n***as, my crew down to pull triggers Yo tell Ray to spin the record, take the sawed-off shotty I call direct to jail, speak to John Gotti Yo n***as out here is jockin hard on his balls Yo my flow just drop like Niagara Falls [Hook: Kool Keith] Keep it real - represent what? My nut! Keep it real - represent what? My nut! Keep it real - represent what? My nut!