Keeping this real
Oh baby, keeping, it's real
Oh baby, keeping, it's real
Oh baby, keeping, it's real
Keeping, it's real

I put you up, *****, don't trip
You did your work for that mark
And he left you in the dark
Skydiving in a bulletproof parachute

No remorse, left you hanging easy
Aiming lockdown shoot
The clock sounds two
One minute till I'm in it got a business

Fill they *** to death and get my scrilla
In the corner none left
Shots out to my ***** in the pen, getting switch
That whack ***** tried to stop a ***** from getting rich

You can dig a ditch but you won't find ****
Left you in flames, kept you roach
You can smell the **** when I approach

I be off that stanky sack of Indonesia
It's an evidential, I leave you hungry, eat your cheesa
Heard you was sweet like an almond joy
And I know you heard of me 'cause I'm a west coast bad boy

And I'm a sick *****, sick made, made
It gets real as I pull the pin out this grenade, nade
Body parts like the movie, old school oozie
Rip your arms out from the elbows *****

I smell those green leaves
Those sick thieves, a twenty sack of green weed
Is all I need, I make you bleed, I take your green
I know you got it from the ice cream man

Before you make that transaction
I need to cash in my hand, goddamn
And if you don't, we can do the murder man dance
Under any cir***stance I'm a have your pans

Keeping this real
Oh baby, keeping, it's real
Oh baby, keeping, it's real
Oh baby, keeping, it's real
Keeping, it's real

Brotha Lynch, I'm a make you a deal you can't refuse
My phone tapped, the new code for hafts and hoes
Is T-shirts and tennis shoes from the yay
I got the sneaker 65 for a shoe, *****, you got the tweaker

Meet me down South, New Orleans we bumping
I get this ***** jumping, you got the money
I got the G's, flip the keys and the Oz's
We can blow some weed
And talk about that ****, smoking some trees

But watch your back, keep your handlebar on ****
Too many federal agents pretend to be *******s but really cops
Send across the border ***** like taco bell
Pulling a plane or boat, UPS, ***** I could get it there

I'm surrounded by ****tails, I mean hoes in mini skirts
Ain't no free **** out here, it's time to put in work
Put these hoes on a greyhound, fool if it's going down
And make 'em bring it back from my hood to your town

And it's all good, ***** it's like wax
And we can slang these records like mother***king crack
And if they bumping we gotta keep 'em jumping
'Cause it's all about the chedder, the cheese and the money

Keeping this real
Oh baby, keeping, it's real
Oh baby, keeping, it's real
Oh baby, keeping, it's real
Keeping, it's real

A criminal tatted from front to back, always 'bout my jack
Doin' a dope deal, forget to bring your strap
Let it be fact I blast first
I know no ***** that slugs in a hurst

Who cursed my dope and money
I'm leaving more blood stains then a stove
Be my wife, live your life till death do us part
Start my gangsta bounce, 36 ounce to a key

Got this D O **** in your face to tell me
The ***k else you got free
A thousand pounds of that skunk, ready to jump
Smokin everything I can't hump

Master P and Brotha Lynch Hung
Let me serve some dip to these *****s with their tongues out
Eighteen five in the South
Twenty four in the East, see my scrilla blow like geese

Cross my fingers for my wife, it's hot tonight
A murder case got away with a hundred G's
And a couple of wild geeks headed west
Kapish, a hundred clunkers awaiting my arrival, dirty survival

Keeping this real
Oh baby, keeping, it's real
Oh baby, keeping, it's real
Oh baby, keeping, it's real
Keeping, it's real