Crack the bubbly
 Don't stop  don't stop  don't stop
 Yo  word is bond

 Yo  look who just jumped up on the scene
 Pocket full of green  but in leather and all
 I be's that nigga named Jamal
 Mackin' hoes in the tight clothes with pretty toes
 Kickin' flows for all the rowdy bros and it goes  look
 1  2  to the breaker 1 9 9 5
 Jamal representin'  keep it live
 It don't matter how I come on these funk raw tracks with raps
 We bout to still make snaps
 We got bitches for days, rich as it pays
 Damn shits changed since back in the days, get money
 And my mouth is where the blunt stays blazed
 And I get dazed to kick a phrase to amaze
 I'm gettin' busier, leavin' hoes dizzier
 Than they even been with the grown men
 Is he a straight looney type of nigga
 That'll drop the temperature?
 Bitch, I ain't really into ya

 Chrous:

 To all the tramp goldiggers
 Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all
 Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all
 To all the misrepresenters
 Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all
 Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all
 To all the bitch ass niggas
 Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all
 Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all
 To all the tramp goldiggers
 Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all
 Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all

 I drop the lines above your mind y'all
 When I be comin' on that ill tip
 My whole crew pack nines, don't make me have to kill shit
 Uh, I bring the flavor to you ear
 Smash and trash MC's from the front to the rear
 In '95 until, I still kick the ill lyrical miracles
 Leavin' rappers hysterical
 I keep it raw and when I got the gat I hit'em all
 And on the M-I-C I rip'em all
 Yeah, word up, this is dedicated to my peeps
 on 6-0 and 6-1 on the Illedelphiatic streets
 Take it to the recently deceased
 H-Town, Tall D, rest in peace
 Word is bond, as the beat heat up
 Psychotic thoughts starts to lead up
 I got the sauce to make the Billboard bullet speed up
 Yo, word up, right on, Jamal gots the vibe y'all
 And that's the deal on the real, I gets ill y'all
 It's Philly's finest behind this doin' damage
 No matter how scandalous they can't handle this, handle what?
 Underground sound, I stick my dick in the ground
 And I turn the whole world around!
 And blow the sun up, word is bond, we blow the sun up
 Niggas they run up, tryin' to stop the come up and get done up
 Put your guns up, I blaze your buns up when I rock your spot
 Niggas they all stiff when the red dots to they knot

 Chorus x2

 Word up, keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all