Keep On

[Pacewon] What you want wit the underground kings from the Bricks I've been at it since Clyde Frazier played for the Knicks Packin' 3-5-7's wit the raw hide grips Rollin' 4-5-6 on ya cross eyed tricks War type shit, so get off my dick I'm wet like Pirelli's on the vet Here I go, pull up in the stretch Ballin' like the Nets, like ten pass ya marks on my net Woman love me, wantin' lust for me like people do money They hungry, I might start livin' too lully Got a A+ average and I'm bound to make honor roll Jumpin' in and out of hoes' lives like geronimo Put it on wax, make it sound kinda comical Bitches listen to it while they work they abdominals G's listen to it while they out playin' dominoes Outsidaz try'nna match the face on the article [Hook: Young Zee] To my people from the Bricks keep on Everybody up in Jerz, keep on And it won't be long til the Outz invade So we came to sing this sing [Hook: Pacewon] We like (woop!), love our shit or leave it alone (4X) [Young Zee] You know my block get cash Twenty in street wit pop plus hash Mess around, see a cop get blast Even the girls get stop by tax Outsidaz, what, what, what, like today We doin' it to girls look like Tyra Banks Drop the CD, girls hawkin' a nigga They still wanna creep, they know I'm talkin' to Digga You think you raw, I'mma test your jaw You don't have a clue like Ernesto Shaw See me on ya block, better give me those props Before I start another beef worse then Biggie and Pac We got macks and 4-4's to bust And we don't buy clothes for girls, they buy clothes for us Peace, to my homies doin' time in jail And to ya niggas that be hatin', ya'll can rot in hell [Hook: Young Zee] To my people from New York, keep on Everybody in L.A., keep on And it won't be long til the Outz invade So we came to sing this sing [Hook: Pacewon] We like (woop!), love our shit or leave it alone (4X) [Young Zee] (Pacewon) {both} You know the Outz spit game Without rappin' bout my chain and my range While everybody else talk, sound the same (Yo me and Zee) {we just try'nna get brains} and run trains (Yo hot like gun flames, we copped enough grade Take the story make the front page All about a man wit a bulletproof coatin' chrome shotty Ain't takin' shit from nobody) And punk ya'll can make me use the steel and blast ya Coupe D'eville Hit the right side up, make ya loose a wheel Outsidaz drunk, can't walk a straight line Me and Pace blind off the 1-8-9 (Tell the cops that the gun ain't mine, some may find and go All day shine, I'm no joke Pacewon, the type of man, that you don't play close Better throw up ya hands when my folks say so) [Hook: Young Zee] To my people in V.A., keep on Everybody up in Philly, keep And it won't be long til the Outz invade So we came to sing this sing [Hook: Pacewon] We like (woop!), love our shit or leave it alone (4X) [Outro: Young Zee] Jacksonville, keep on Little Rock, keep on Vancouver, keep on Seattle, keep on