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Keep 'Em Guessin'
831
Hip-Hop/Rap
Keep 'Em Guessin' was released on October 24, 1995 by Jive as a part of the album Do or Die
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Release DateOctober 24, 1995
LabelJive
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM90

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ant Banks
Ant Banks
Keyboards
Rappin' Ron
Rappin' Ron
Vocals
Ant Diddley Dog
Ant Diddley Dog
Vocals
Robert Toliver
Robert Toliver
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ant Banks
Ant Banks
Composer
Anthony Nelson
Anthony Nelson
Lyrics
Rohnie Royster
Rohnie Royster
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ant Banks
Ant Banks
Mixing Engineer
Trevor Ward
Trevor Ward
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Mhm
I'm keepin' motherfuckers guessin'
That's right
It's a blessing so let me speak and teach a lesson
I run deep and freak on streets, I keep 'em guessin'
I'm flexin' when I hit the Hennessy, then I see the enemy
Pretender think that he know my identity
But **** that's a penalty so here we go again
You think you know what I'm foldin'
'Cause what I'm rollin' in
Well I don't give a fuck **** I was in the cut
While you was up at my spot tryin' to peep what I got
Why not bust a shot when I was ridin' you was mad
And see me in the bucket and thought I was doin' bad
Thinkin' that I was broke but you can peep and goin' wonder
But little did you know that I was creepin' on the under
Goin' yonder now you dumber 'cause your number has been pulled
You fool 'cause that shit you thought you knew was bull
At this beef where you at see I'm speakin' the facts
So forget that chit-chat 'cause it's deeper than that
And I'm keepin' a Gat and let my Tecs blast quick
So why the fuck you sittin' back stressin' of the next man's shit
'Cause I'm the fuckin' one and only and you busters can't get on me
You're in danger you don't know me
I'm a stranger not your homie
You know fuck y'all don't know about me
But check it out
Run up on this fool and get your head split and if you don't know
You better ask somebody you'd better ask somebody, that's right
**** wanna trip I'm hard to the bone
They all on my dick so let's get it goin' on
Dressed up in these street clothes
I'm ready to beat hoes this game is lethal
I'm sellin' rocks tryin' to move up to sellin' kilos
But these hoes and negros
Be tryin' to stop my progress
But when you're in my way, you's just the victim I'ma rob next
And it's a terrible thang I gotta fuck up your crew
And have you goin' through
Unbearable pain, I'm in the game and they claim that I'm on the run
I own a gun sixteen shots bust up on this one
Yeah, motherfuckers I'm the one with beats from the streets
So don't talk that shit and be scared to come to me
I know them punk ass **** be jockin' my flows
But when I turn my back they just yap like some gossippin' hoes
I guess I ain't got no true friends but I got a few wins
To pay for paint and put this AMG's on my new Benz
Them jealous **** steady guessin' and wonderin'
Tryin' to catch up but stuck stressin' and wonderin'
I'm never stumblin' just bundlin' up my cash
I gotta last so I don't give a fuck to blast
My mind be havin' sinister thoughts
I guess it's because I always mug when the ministers talk
I'm heavy-weightin' capable to breakin' a fool's neck
So quit tryin' to figure out what this **** gon do next
Run up on this fool and get your head split and if you don't know
You better ask somebody you'd better ask somebody, that's right
**** wanna trip I'm hard to the bone
They all on my dick so let's get it goin' on
I ain't sleepin' I'm just creepin', I just lurks in the dark
I'm that **** Ant Banks with beats burps and them farts
But **** wanna start flashin' and trippin' on my lifestyle
'Cause I'm makin' cash and they ass stuck up on a pipe now
I write down facts so the saps think that I'm dissin'
But listen guess this is just an addiction for non-fiction
And **** break on the tracks and fat tapes
That Max makes so homie wait and get your fact straight
But act fake and end up bendin' from back brakes
A busted head, a broken leg and a cracked face
I can't let him live, crashed up his ribs with my body blows
I got him froze tremblin' cold with his snotty nose
You chose not to have a hustle now you desirin' mines
Tryin' to find out my mix but I got those clips for inquirin' minds
Them tirin' lines I'm hearin' ain't phasin' me
I was raised a G and that's what I'm paid to be
So fuck them suckers with them false accusations
Lookin' for my location tryin' to stop my operation
You wastin' time 'cause a Nine is my protection
Get off my dick flexin' and keep on guessin'
****, you know what I'm sayin'
You can't fuck with this here
Run up on this fool and get your head split and if you don't know
You better ask somebody you'd better ask somebody, that's right
**** wanna trip I'm hard to the bone
They all on my dick so let's get it goin' on
Like that there
Keep these motherfuckers guessin'
From nine to five 'til infinity ****
Stay off my motherfuckin' dick
Peace out
Written by: Ant Banks, Anthony Nelson, Rohnie Royster
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