Yeah

What?

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(I keep it) [echo]

(I keep it) [echo]

(I keep it) [echo]

(I keep it) [echo]

[Mad Skillz] (I keep it real like that)



[CHORUS]

To all you Lo-sportin, herb-puffin niggas pumpin jacks

(I keep it real like that)

To all you chickenhead brothers that's posin and can't rap

(I keep it real like that)

To all the project heads gettin g's in fat stacks

(I keep it real like that)

Paula Perry represent Brooklyn like that



[VERSE 1: Paula Perry]

I gets harder than a penis strokin, pokin, I got you open

Wet you up like some pussy that's soaken moist

Hear my voice, you got no choice

But to lay low on the cut, nigga what?

Fuck around and get that ass Bucked like Shot

My peeps up top be handlin, got it locked like a key hole

Herbin niggas like Deebo

Every Friday you'll see it my way

Drivin down the highway in my Land Cruiser

Thumbs down to all you losers

Blinded by my rims as it spins (spins)

Paula Perry here I come again settin trends (trends)

You ain't got no wins (wins)

You could never reach the level

Of this rap rebel

Queen of treble and bass

I bring the shit to yo face

(Nigga)



(I keep it) [echo]

(I keep it) [echo]

[Mad Skillz] (I keep it real like that)



To all you Lo-sportin, herb-puffin niggas pumpin jacks

(I keep it real like that)

To all the project heads gettin g's in fat stacks



[VERSE 2: Paula Perry]

Pulverizin MC's into smithereens

When you step into the realms of the Queen of Fort Greene

Bitches be on that nag 'n all

Frontin like they packin ammunition

As soon as it get real they get missiin

My click is thicker than the dick of a stick-figured nigga

Hipper-than-an-opotamus, follow miss

All up and down Myrtle Ave.

See, I got soldiers that'll tear the frame out yo ass

Comin from all directions and sections

Wipin shit out like wet ones

Fulton [?], so all you cornballs get ready

Carvin through crews, just call me Paula Machete

And you Confetti, MC's I'm tossin

Gettin rid of you like an abortion

So take precaution 

(Nigga)



[CHORUS]



[VERSE 3: Paula Perry]

All of you egotistical lyrical individuals

That think you're criminal material

You never pulled a heist in your life

You straight sheist in your life

My whole crew is livin trife

Yo style, I wouldn't say it's versatile

Cause you been slippiin somebody else's lyrics all the while

That's foul, don't got no skills and get you filled

You wanna battle? I'll eat that ass up like a meal

Herb you, I'll subvert you, serve you

My corniest rhymes'll have you cryin

And you'll be nailed like a cuticle

Your rhymes ain't suitable

Enough, or rough enough like a rider

Basically I dream of riches, you dream of bein me

I dream I'm ill, you're never seein me

No doubt, that shit is out, boo

Don't even waste your time, kid

(Don't even waste your time, kid)



[CHORUS]



Yeah

Yeah

Check it out

Uh

Paula Perry's on the rise

Yeah

Masta Ase in your face

INC

Tryina be

Fulton [Name] Click

Ghetto Wise Guys

We on the rise, yeah

Check it out

Uh

Yea