Keep It Real

Yeah, recognize and realize

This is serious pimpin goin on

The game ain't ready, for Nate D-O-double-G

Lil' M-O, Fabolous

We 'bout to pimp the damn thing

like it's never been pimped before, you feel me?

Yeah, uhh

From the Westside, to the Eastside

To the Dirty South, to the Midwest

C'mon, let's ride, peep game

Yell at 'em Mo!

I'm gon' treat this game like a hoe

And this trick better have my money fo' sho'

I'm a player, gangster, pimp and a rolling stone

And I ain't gonna let it go, that's why

(I'm gon' treat this game like one of my pros)

(Wanna be number one so anything goes)

(But my tactics they just can't be exposed)

(Can't be exposed)

Yeah yeah uhh yeah uhh yeah ghetto

This kid was enforced by strict parents

Don't flow for nuttin less than a cross and sick earrings

A Porsche with sick steering

Never mind the cost to get clearance

for me, if you ask what I cost an appearance

I'm a pimp, of course your chick's sharin

I got lawyers, who never lost in fixed hearings

I need seven figure offers to sign

Come out your pockets like your needs will be officer blinds

I send the Street Family and your offer's for mine

with blocks, that look like police officer Conn

Islip's a author of mine, once these slugs is in your head

Doctors won't be able, to get 'em off of your mind

How they gon' take me off of my grind

These yellow and white stones glowin somethin awful in mine

Even if they don't understand the flow, they understand the dough

Tell 'em I said they don't get a hundred grand then go!

I'm gon' treat this game like a hoe

And this trick better have my money fo' sho'

I'm a player, gangster, pimp and a rolling stone

And I ain't gonna let it go, that's why

(I'm gon' treat this game like one of my pros)

(Wanna be number one so anything goes)

(But my tactics they just can't be exposed)

(Can't be exposed)

Uh-huh, uhh, Icarus, Bushwick, GMG, yo

Nate got all the chickenheads from Medina on the weiner

Cause I hide the nina, inside the Beamer

I'ma treat this game like a hoe on Hunt's Point

They don't have my dough I'ma snipe 'em gunpoint

My name Icarus, game ridiculous

Get in your house quicker than St. Nicklaus

Me rockin Nate like we need bitches

Come through lookin evil, three 6's

GMG, king of the remixes

And music pah is broke we fix it

And we equipped with (what) heat that if we squeeze

it'll bring police from three districts

N.Y. to L.A. we get chicks

that smoke haze and drink Ih liquid

Y'all know the flows I be sick with

Ica the Don, trick I be pimpin

Cause I got this game, right where I want it

And it better have my money

Or it's gonna get ugly

Yes it's gonna get ugly, that's why

The game is to be sold, not told

The tattletale will always be broke

You live and learn, just live by the code

If you, don't already know

That's what it takes now

Raise the stakes now

Don't be fake now

Keep it real (keep it real)

I'm gon' treat this game (you better have my money)

Like I beat this game (you better have my money)

Won't leave this game (I'm a player...)