"Keep It Real" lyrics

by Assassins

Various Lyrics

Advertizing:
Whos the younge gun with unmistakeable flow still makin dough
still holdin it down fo sho, Stay true mother fucka,
fuck all yea faith[fuck y'all]
I aint talkin bout me when i say your lifes at steak,
Take a gamble, try me hard to handel,
your records pick up dust like feet in sandels,
half you rappers are old enough to be my dad,
kinda sad,
are these busters holdin on to the past,
not often someone is killed,
and turns this biz, it is what it is,
cant no body touch the kid,
im what the games been missin,
in steady flow,
rippin joes,
smokin,
champaine sippin,
we assassin motha fucka we bring the heat,
expect the feat.,
I was born to rap on beef,
every life has a story,
and this is mine,
been on the grind,
this my time to shine...

[courus]

wont stop so hot the illedgends on the block got glocks sell rocks,
no snitchen to the cops,
got skills stack the bills lyrics 'ull give you chills,
assassins motha fucka we always keepin it real

wont stop so hot the illedgends on the block got glocks sell rocks,
no snitchen to the cops,
got skills stack the bills lyrics 'ull give you chills,
assassins motha fucka we always keepin it real

[second]

im from the country and i aint ashamed of that,
push the wrong buttons and thats were my brain react,
i was the one they called the kid with the flow untouchable,
had me in the mix that calls for double trouble,
to the good friends of vice that broden my harizen,
people feel our shit,
and i cant say thats surprizein,
its like im simaler to bush i like to kill people,
but mostly on the mic so my threats stay legal,
can u feel it see it you better fuckin beileve it if you cant i asume your the type to proceed shit in the blunt of lyrical missals,
are deployed, bullet proof,
you know the woofy we cant be destroyed,
but its my time, amazing rhymes and crazy punch lines,
not scared to commite crimes, true killer in his prime,
pabo we gotta stop they gonna write suicide letters,
fuck em AK its all for the better..

[courus]

wont stop so hot the illedgends on the block got glocks sell rocks,
no snitchen to the cops,
got skills stack the bills lyrics 'ull give you chills,
assassins motha fucka we always keepin it real

wont stop so hot the illedgends on the block got glocks sell rocks,
no snitchen to the cops,
got skills stack the bills lyrics 'ull give you chills,
assassins motha fucka we always keepin it real


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