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Keep On
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Keep On wurde am 1. August 2005 von Street Show Records als Teil des Albums Scrapers, Stunnas and White Tees veröffentlicht
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Veröffentlichungsdatum1. August 2005
LabelStreet Show Records
SpracheEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM85

Credits

Songtexte

My intricate plots have been predicted, all my villainous visions
Eyes, criminal living cause I'm poverty stricken
Gotta be tripping trying to grind while the nines are spitting
I put my life on the line through these times of tension
Whipping cane in the Pyrex vision, pies I'm pitching
I know the feds trying to find my kitchen
Spy and listen, hoping they could find a witness
To say that we the reason why the four fives is spitting
Lies is filthy, all the testifying and snitching
We hung the jury, still couldn't find us guilty
They blind by envy, confined like they minds in prison
Or just jealous cause we shine and our diamonds glisten
Yo, field in the building, I'm concealing the nine
And I got funny feelings it's time to put holes in his foolish spine
Ain't no ****'s will as mine, keep it confidential
Murder without a pistol cause the case dismissal
Every day I wake up, I wonder why
God let me see another day when I wanna die
I try to keep my head above water
But like mama gators, shit made me wanna holler
These **** keep on snitching, got the feds in my biz
Supposed to be some gangstas, man what type of shit is this?
Click clack, we back, still whipping it hard
From the county to the bing, we running the yard
Got **** behind bars, they ain't never coming home
You couldn't imagine the stress when we talked on the phone
Said his bitch went sour, I told him 'bout trusting them hoes
The next day they found him dead in the shower
Used to get money every hour, money and the power
Killed for money and the powder
Last thing he told me was "C, leave them streets alone"
Now I'm heated ready to blast some cowards
These **** ain't trustworthy, can't believe you took the stand
Heard the feds bought you brand new land
How you felt when you went in, looked him in his face
I could see the D.A. like it's gon' be okay
The next day they found him face down, two to the back of the head
That was my mans but he better off dead
Every day I wake up, I wonder why
God let me see another day when I wanna die
I try to keep my head above water
But like mama gators, shit made me wanna holler
These **** keep on snitching, got the feds in my biz
Supposed to be some gangstas, man what type of shit is this?
Man I'm watching you busters, and man I ain't impressed
About the way you fake ass **** dress
About how you busters wanna talk
And what you thought I had you inside of that white chalk
And it's all your fault, got caught up in that snitching thing
In the parking lot by the spot, **** getting brain
Them circumstances don't be giving chances, thought you knew
You was all up in it like a king but man you brand new
But I hold my own and don't be dwelling on that shit in the first
Cause I refuse to get caught up and get my dick in the dirt
Gotta watch your shit, keep your eyes on that situation
Cover your ground and correct the mistakes you making
And keep that bitch out your mix cause she gon' tell it all
Set you up and that's the beginning of your downfall
These dummy **** think they got the game locked tight
Then pull some super stupid shit and now you got life
Every day I wake up, I wonder why
God let me see another day when I wanna die
I try to keep my head above water
But like mama gators, shit made me wanna holler
These **** keep on snitching, got the feds in my biz
Supposed to be some gangstas, man what type of shit is this?
Written by: Brad Watanabe, Brandon Antone, Caleb Keolanui, John Kennedy, Zion Thompson
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