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letra de i keep it real - lil gin

busta -ss n-ggas talk sh-t
can’t back it up
wound up
gettin served by lil gin dont give a f-ck
hidin in tha bushes on yo -ss til you come out
c-ck my smith & wesson back
to yo motha f-ckin mouth
b-tch i dont give a f-ck
see tha police can’t catch me
n-ggas on banana peels
always gettin that bullet drilled
dead in they motha f-ckin face
where it hurt the most
leavin n-ggas shirts soaked
cause im full of that f-ckin blow
drive by on a 10 speed
yo momma lookin out the window
threw up a finger sign and told that b-tch to kiss my nuts
rat ra-ta-ta ta-ta-ta
we leavin n-ggas on they motha f-ckin biznack
claimin you a k!lla i can’t tell trick
you won’t do sh-t
i’m leavin mountains on yo head
when you think you can step to this
n-gga, lil gin, i never get no f-ckin rest
stop slippin with that ana on yo chest

chorus: x2
i keep it real n-gga
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-ggas stangin
i strapped b-tch 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-gga where yo -ss at?
then i load my f-ckin 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-ggas out of nowhere with them tecs
thinkin kinda fast but reachin slow to get my f-ckin gun
soon as i open my trench
boom!
to my f-ckin arm
that lets ya know not to go out like no sucka
cause when you dealin dope somebody else is on they f-ckin hustle

chorus: x2
i keep it real n-gga
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-ggas packin the
heat under the seat
dippin sweets bumpin dozier
we tearin up tha f-ckin club
rollin so clean on them 4s
thick as h-ll on beale st where you can f-ck on the first night hoes
everywhere n-ggas that tryin to get paid
the game is you play or get played
k!llas 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-tch tryin to cross my clan
throw you s-e-t cause a north memphis gangsta n-ggas got my back
hurts village, woodland, smoke city, washington, nash st n-ggas jack in tracks
whats yo hood like? is it rough is it tough?
we got greys and gold grills and n-gga we ain’t afriad to bust
i’m project boy
running from the police ain’t no thing i mastered all that sh-t
as a young n-gga 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-gga
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

- lil gin

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