Keep On
Biggie feat. Method Man Lyrics

Never liked son from day one bring you tool
I have never liked that person since the first day I met him, bring your weapon

That nigga stick you and play dumb hate a bitch ass
That person stabs you and acts like they don't know anything, I hate that coward

Who care where you came from you ain't prepared
It doesn't matter where you come from, you are not ready for the trouble that is coming

For when the pain come this nigga scared shook to death
When the pain comes, this person is so scared that they shake uncontrollably

From a cold stare stuntin knowin my brothers fiend
I intimidate and mock people with my stare. My brothers are eager to do something to you

To do you somethin over here we head huntin
We are searching for you, and once we find you, we will do something terrible to you

In the function I smell fear, adrenaline start pumpin
I sense that people are afraid when I am around, their adrenaline starts to pump

I Smash Pumpkins, Hard Rock be in the Cafe
I destroy everything in my path, and I intimidate even the tough guys

Tear the club up, and anyone that try to judge us
I destroy the club and anyone who tries to criticize or judge us

The last days, makin sure I get the last say
I make sure that I have the last word and control everything in my final days

In the food chain, is you predator or prey?
It is a food chain with predators and prey. Are you the predator or the prey?

If you featherweight, lyrics blow your back
If you are weak, my lyrics will knock you down

Crack your vertabrae, lookin for a better way
I crush your spine, and I am always looking for a better way to defeat my enemies

To get my point across, thoughts accelerate
I want to make my point quickly, so my thoughts accelerate

At the same speed, of the murder rate
My thoughts accelerate at the same speed as the murder rate, showing how dangerous I am

Lord, never perpetrate a fraud, til my nigga Carlton Fisk
I will never pretend to be someone I am not, like my friend Carlton Fisk

See the boss, truly yours, Mr. Meth
I am the boss and truly yours, Mr. Meth

Life's a snippet, one way ticket
Life is brief, and we only have one chance

Time tickin fast, blink you might miss it
Time is passing quickly, and you may miss it in the blink of an eye

Semen on Street shit, you might catch fifty stitches
If you get involved in street matters, you might get seriously injured

Body bag sprayed up, buried in muddy ditches
You may end up dead, with your body bagged and buried in a muddy ditch

I play for keeps, bust heat you catch cold feet
I am playing for keeps, and if you mess with me, you will become scared quickly

My rap sheet, speak for itself, concrete
My record in the rap game speaks for itself and is concrete

Evident, Killa Hill, resident, double dart agent
It is clear that I am a resident of Killa Hill and a double dart agent

Secret intelligent my rap style's flagrant
My rap style is flagrant and disrupting, but it also has intelligence and secrets

Feel the sting of a killa bee, Johnny Blaze
You will feel the pain of my killa bee gang and of Johnny Blaze

Street Life, Deck and Mobb Deep, Play IV Keeps
I am part of this group, and we always play to win

In the city that you never sleep, pay attention
In this city that never sleeps, be attentive and aware

Ain't no shittin when you gotta eat, we hold it down
We take our survival seriously, and we hold it down no matter what

I move like Mad Max 'cross the wasteland
I move through the wasteland like Mad Max, a fierce warrior willing to do whatever it takes to survive

One hand holds the head of the last brave man
I am holding the head of the last brave man, showing how powerful I am

Made man, Cuban Link chain of command
I am a made man, and I have a chain of command through the Cuban Link

Authorized fam', hot like Sahara sand
My family is authorized, and we are hot and fierce like the Sahara desert

My live team turn the club to a crime scene
My team is intense and turns the club into a crime scene

High beams flash, promoters die behind CREAM
High beams are flashing, and promoters may die because of the pursuit of money

Get your face blown, might face the chrome
You may end up with your face blown off if you face my gun

We take this more serious than just a poem
We take our gang matters seriously, and it is not just for fun or for show

I think about a lot of shit, especially when I'm bent
I think about many things, especially when I am under the influence of drugs

About the foul shit goin on in my life, current event
I think about the bad things that are happening in my life, which are current events

It's evident I smoke ciggarette down to Brownsville
It is clear that I smoke cigarettes all the way down to Brownsville

Thinkin to myself -- how many lives must my pound kill?
I am wondering how many lives my gun must take

Hopefully none, ain't the one to give chase
I hope to not take any lives, and I am not the one to chase or pursue after anyone

Hemmed by Jake, worryin who might turn state's
I am being pursued by the police, and I worry that someone might reveal information to them

So I chill, put my killa niggaz on the battlefield
So I stay calm and put my gang members on the front lines

On the low plottin silent murderer, never doubt still
I am quiet and secretly plot murders, and one should never doubt me

Never follow beef hey beef follow me
I am the leader of the beef, and others should follow me

Want to settle in the court I say settle in the streets
Others may want to settle things in court, but I say we settle them in the streets

Like our pops did it, you got gats get hot with it
We do things like our fathers did, and if you have guns, use them

Now you dry snitchin, because you got knocked with it
Now you are betraying our gang and revealing information because you got caught with a gun

I just rock with it, go with the flow, think for a hot minute
I just go with it and think carefully for a moment

Stash my dough secure the funds of profit
I keep my money and profits hidden and secure

Yo, extreme rhyme niggaz, you wastin your time
Those who try to compete with my extreme rhymes are wasting their time

Fuckin with my niggaz, extraordinary line swishin
Do not mess with my gang members, or our rhymes will be swift and extraordinary

Your mind out position, tryin to figure this shit
You are confused and struggling to understand our rhymes

Rewind it and listen quick, you might miss this
Listen carefully and rewind quickly, or you might miss something

Olympic, rap jave-lon, travel beyond, your weak song
I am an Olympic-level rapper, and I go beyond your weak songs

Doin this for too long, to not come strong
I have been rapping for too long, and I always come strong

You're only a pawn of Viet Dong
You are just a pawn in a bigger game, like the Viet Dong war

Tryin to form against mines, you musta just been born
You are trying to form against me, but you are still new and inexperienced

Secluded on a distant farm
You are isolated and powerless

This is the real world, where niggaz get shot and shanked
This is the harsh reality where people get shot and stabbed

Where there's tremendous pain, you get your frame inflamed
The pain is tremendous, and it can cause you to become inflamed

Crushed to dust, by the next man's clutch
You can be easily crushed and defeated by the next man's grip

It's Infamous you fucks, intense bad luck
You are dealing with Infamous gang members, and you will have intense bad luck

Stand strong on our two feet, we all ready
We are ready and standing strong on our own two feet

For a war here, fuck peace, what?
We are in this for a war, and we do not care about peace

Peace
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