- Votes:
- Composers:
- Stevie Wonder
- Jamal T S Phillips
 
- See also:
Jamal - Keep It Real lyrics
1995. 
 Crack the bubbly 
 Don't stop don't stop don't stop 
 Yo word is bond 
 Yo look who just jumped up on the scene 
 Pocket full of green but in leather and all 
 I be's that nigga 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 bitches for days, rich as it pays 
 Damn shits changed since back in the days, get money 
 And 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 nigga 
 That'll drop the temperature? 
 Bitch, I ain't really into ya 
Chrous:
 To all the tramp goldiggers 
 Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all 
 Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all 
 To all the misrepresenters 
 Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all 
 Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all 
 To all the bitch ass niggas 
 Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all 
 Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all Jamal - Keep It Real - http://motolyrics.com/jamal/keep-it-real-lyrics.html
 To all the tramp goldiggers 
 Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all 
 Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all 
 I drop the lines above your mind y'all 
 When I be comin' on that ill tip 
 My whole crew pack nines, don't make me have to kill shit 
 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 
 And I turn the whole world around! 
 And blow the sun up, word is bond, we blow the sun up 
 Niggas 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 
 Niggas they all stiff when the red dots to they knot 
Chorus x2
Word up, keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all




















