Keep Shit on the Real - Champ MC

Hell yeah, 1994, we need to keep shit on the real

You know what I’m sayin?

These muthafuckas is wack

Yo, and all you fake ass bustas, you best to keep it real with '94

Yeah, cus we ain’t playin, yo Champ, break these muthafuckas off

It’s the same old shit no matter where you go

You could travel all around the world but there’s wring men in ghettos

The other day I had some problems with a nigga

Had to shoot his ass dead to get my damn props

What the fuck is going on, I have to stay strapped

But that’s ok with me, I need moret than a dope track

Grab my nine, unload the clip

Caught him right in the dome piece, and watched the blood drip

Fuck it, I’m going all out like a straight up menace

I gotta leave bodies behind until my job is finished

Until then, I have to ???

to complete my mission

I’m wishin that niggas ain’t even thinkin about trippin

I’m flippin on whoever tried to beat me at my old game

It’s a shame.

how I left that zombie as a ??

Who’s to blame?

Me, and I don’t give a fuck

Step up front nigga, and you just pressed your luck

(Keep It Real Though) Keep shit on the real, you know the deal

If you playin on us, then get the hell up out the ghetto

It’s time for me to move my way up the block, collect my dough

And hear them all with the rust, time to go

I’m too hard to try to work a nine-to-five

I’m spittin from the heart, so I gotta keep shit live

Because I like fast money and the money likes me

I like my shit hardcore, that’s just how I be

Fuck all the bullshit, I take care of business money wise

Let me spark up this L and jack the St. Ides

Workin for the next man to be is typically

Try to jack me for mine, I take you out your misery

See I’m not playin when it comes to gettin paid

If you don’t got the money then you got to go

Shit I jump up on any chick who try to spit foul

I blast your head off if you fuckin with my cat

Stupid bitch, I only pack this so you know the deal

If you fuckin with me, better keep shit on the real

Hahaha, hell yeah

You better learn to keep shit on the real

That’s right, yo Champ, come again

Never in my lifetime will you ever hurt me

I’m too down and dirty and I’m leaving niggas thirsty

So don’t ever sleep cus your mind is too weak

And if you try to creep, it’ll be your brains on the concrete

Damn, I hate to walk around, watchin my back

I stay strapped, I even had to kidnap

I killed three other people, my shit is like a lethal weapon

So stop steppin, before I move on in your ???

I get a tattoo to attack my next victim

They got the nines and Glocks and slugs all in them

Yeah, I couldn’t give a fuck about a stranger

Fuckin with me and you’ll be headin for danger

And I’ll be using your head as target practice

I better leave blood soakin through your mattress

That’s what you get for fuckin with a ghetto bitch

My fists are to pull the trigger on whoever try to snitch