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Keep It 100
Feat. Chris Ward
(Intro) Chicky check, microphone check One, chicky check, microphone check Two, chicky check, microphone check
(Verse) Stone up cause I'm grown up (you stone up) Stress that work-out just to see how it tone up Block for block, in the city we got it sown up Spit so much heat on the beat that we'll fuck yo song up Some people act like we already dun' blown up Cause we said so many trends, we can't do nuttin' than own up Stoner, drop arenas are open to domer On that candy coupe cat Soon as I put that chromer Hey, one time for the muthafuckin' south
Two times for the muthafuckin' north Three time for my muthafuckin' cold Ten times for the Tom Cruise, as I crack the ceiling Tear that muthafucka off Keep some bad breezes with me, with the muthafuckin' mouth So sweet, she make you skeet before you reach the muthafuckin' loft But fuck niggas, I don't believe in fuckin' friends I believe in hunid tabs and hunids In fact, stacks that come in twins You roach ass, just hopped off the porch ass niggas It's first class, you ain't even coach class niggas Sometimes I sit and think of all the people I heal And all the illegals I dealt And I pray for forgiveness cause I know that I cheated myself And know not a play to keeps for myself Yea yea, it's god first, family and money She say she loves me, I tell 'er, you can't handle me, honey Still, gimme yo number and I might fuck ya later Cause bitch, I'm the bomb, like Al Quaeda
(Hook x2) I keep it 100 in these crooked ass streets I'm never caught sleep and I keep my pistol within reach もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com My mind on my money, not a woman in my sheets I ain't tryna be rich, makin' sure my children eat
(Verse) Now I ain't got as many followers as Wayne got I spit that hot water, I make it rain hot What's an umbrella to an acid lava rain drop? Ninehunind degrees, but the sun ain't neva came up Thirty six of 'em and the yay twenty weigh Make sure that my Lexus tied tight I'm about the interstate state Can't arrest me cause you can't find the work, it's in a safe place Got so much ghetto love, I think I can penetrate hate Robert Hill Davis comin' out my speakers, it's so clear Can't afford what's in my style-ophone, what's yo deal? Cause I done lean so good, man, I dun' went to sleep in Mo' City But I woke up in another hood Stay on my grind until I shine, hommie that's what I do best Used to get bags of money, but now, you damn right I do checks I got a brother named Mickey Original screw up, click member just like me He doin' time, but in a few days they gon' let Mike free And we gon' get us a mean hot from a nice tree Meanwhile I'm rollin' fours, bangin' on the block Ass out like a quire outside, singin' on the block They call me Mr. Hit, so amazing on the block No coco butter to a Caucasian on the block I'm most the ? your finest, call me yo highness The law behind us, he don't mind us That's one of my drivers I'm well connected Talk dirty behind my back, but in my face I'm well respected Got guns on top of guns on top of guns, well protected
(Hook x2) I keep it 100 in these crooked ass streets I'm never caught sleep and I keep my pistol within reach My mind on my money, not a woman in my sheets I ain't tryna be rich, makin' sure my children eat
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