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Verse 1: Peter Gunz Beschriftungen Köln Uh, come on, come on, come on Uh, and I see you This is it
In '97 I made plans to see mo' money In '98 I blasted out in the phat 420 When I hit the block kids stop look and stare Girls they point, "Yo that's that nigga over there" I get a lotta love, lotta hate Yes that's the bet you make when you see a lotta cake Now they calling me fake Shit back they was calling me love Now they're scratching up my car and calling me blood See it be the ones you know scheming on the low Saying you're dope but steady sizing up your Rol' I drift, to the past where there's no riches No hits and no chips and no bitches Just another cat named Peter Trying to make a dollar off a nine millimetre Now life a little sweeter I'm in the dealer Coppin' a drop On the beach in Hawaii with Mariah, wop! Laying up in Wakiki, MTV, figures why these niggas wanna envy me Maybe cuz this young lady wanna sin for me Because I ball you got it in me? But Ima
Chorus: Peter Gunz & Lord Tariq
(keep on) Ballin' 'til the day I die Keep climbing 'til I reach the sky, Ima (keep on) Getting money cause it's meant for I I deserve yo I went for mine Ima (keep on) And even though you hope I fail I turn around and hope you prevail (keep on) And to my sisters in the struggle alone And to my brothers that's locked in jail just (keep on)
Verse 2: Lord Tariq Yo in the early days of the Lord everything was shey-shey Everyday was pay day Selling nickels and dimes Getting mine in mind state from 86 to 88 I still hear the razor scrape on the plate A high school drop out Caught a case mom expects me to cop out 6-G lawyer fee the case dropped like a knockout The Bronx was the shit but we all hung in Harlem Where gettin money's easy spending it was the problem And I cop 16 valves foot is on the pedal Telling bitches this your last chance to get out the ghetto For less I wouldn't settle Think big you get big Came across the wrong niggas almost split my wig Some say I bitched up because I switched up and started rapping But I'm turning gold crack sales to drugs raps platinum See these streets through my eyes and you can feel 'em though my words I swore to god that I'm gon' be heard And Ima
Chorus
Bridge: Peter Gunz You gotta (keep on) just (keep on) You gotta (keep on) just (keep on) You gotta (keep on) just (keep on) You gotta (keep on) To all my people on the East (keep on) And all my people on the West (keep on) And all my people in the North (keep on) And all my people in the South (keep on) You gotta (keep on)
Verse 3: Peter Gunz & Lord Tariq To my sisters raising kids alone Feeling stuck cuz your man ain't home Don't wanna be a father don't bother Honey, stay on the job Cuz that man gotta answer to God so baby (keep on)
I drop a tear on this poem as I write to my dog Pistol, I miss you sincerely yours from the Lord You held it down on our side of the town at any cost And you loved in the checks by Money Boss so (keep on)
To my cousin G, I know you're feeling trapped in the chair All alone like nobody ain't there Never fear Me and Touch still here Remember what I said dog, Ima be your arms and legs you just (keep on)
And to all my niggas on the streets Wanna do out the States Keep your eyes open always look straight Never fall for the bait You look back and you might get snatched And if so just close your trap You gotta (keep on)
