Keep On lyrics

[Rob]

Bitch I got my weight up, now my dues is paid up

It`s niggaz falling off in this game, I`m trying to stay up

I treat this shit just like George Girvin, it`s a lay up

You don`t need no do`s, cause my flows`ll make you wake up

I`m the baker put the cake up, we real put the fake up

If your broad rolling with us, she coming back with no make up

The game needed a shake up, so I`m here to get that paper

Big Rob the Rhino, six-five earthquaker

Got hoes in Jamaica, moving dust like a snake-a

I roll with with Big Ake-a, cause he`s a mic breaker

If your gal beeping us, the Kingz is gon take her

And don`t bump your gums, or get heated like a vapor

And niggaz gon hate you, whether you broke or got paper

It don`t matter, cause my lines`ll put your career in danger

This one here`s a banger, to the booth I ain`t no stranger

Now you got your money`s worth, cause the Kingz won`t short tracer



[Chalie]

Your friend of a friend said this, your friend of a friend said that

Better tell your friend of a friend, that Chalie Boy said to back back

Before they get they head cracked, fucking with my bread stack

No need for no conversation, bitch cause I`ma did that

Little relief soldier, military minded

Knock off your block and drop it, where your secretary find it

(that`s thoed, I`ll rewind it) pay attention you`ll find it

Sickening how I be spitting, giving sight to the blinded

Perfectly timed it, showing my ass

Conscience clearer, but all these hating hoes in the past

Want smouse on my cash, on the track I`ma blast

You can compare and contrast, I`m the best the rest trash



[Tite]

Move fast but I bet you, only be playing catch up

Niggaz that hold plex, end up leaving on a stretcher

Dripping red ketchup, for fucking with my ghett-a

Let the sun do it, cause I ain`t gon sweat you

Tite revving up the Nikes, as far

Dime piece in the drop, I keep the nicest broad

The good life is what I live, with a nice support

And anybody trying to take it, getting life support

Feel my speech I reach out, still I T

I`m like a stove when I spit, you could feel my heat

I got flows like the lotto, you can take your pick

Put the Tite on your song, and it could make you rich

You bastards sick, thinking I don`t hear the chatter

I got a nice Smith and Wess`, that`ll squish your bladder

A line this side, the ghetto got me crying inside

I never go without a fight, shit I`m down with pride

I`m a man not a mouse, never trust the gritty

King Kong got the hood, and I`ll crush the city

It`s do or die, you wanna know who am I

The same gangstas on them cd`s, you choose to buy



[Coop]

Another day another year, and it`s still no fear

Never thought to bite my tongue, when I spit in your ear

All these messy ass niggaz, talking bout bidness they taking

They want the hoes that I`m taking, the money I`m making

Most boys wanna walk, before they crawl

Man it`s real in the field, everybody can`t ball

Need that eye of the tiger, a heart that won`t quit

Ain`t no question bout your blood, you a full bread pit

Sit back relax my mind, over dranks and blunts

I`m thinking yacht with two cots, and a bitch on the front

Ghetto fab how I keep it, so that`s how you receive it

Might not believe it, but nigga mo` money I need it

Ways I`m thinking be major, and it might bring pain

Can`t nan you boys stop me, cause this style`s my fame

Tarnish my name, you got a nigga fucked up kids

Don`t let your folks have to read about, the shit I did



(*talking*)

Freestyle Kingz, FK2K3

You next to the DJ Bull, this how it go down

Dirty South style, Dirty Third Records
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