Lyrics:
gotta be like,
I just gotta be like you
Dear, Uncle Chris, Uncle Keith, Uncle Ricky,
Before the Lord get me, I gotta say something quickly
I grew up
[Chorus: x2]
The east to the west
Up north to the down south
Live wires connect
So if you swangin' on thangs
(Keith Murray, UGK and oh my
And believers roar at the sound of the horn, yeah
Free and reborn
We believe He restores
Got peace but no piece of us torn
Me, Jon Keith, and the Lord
We are
Pastorius, Rory Gallagher,
Keith Moon, Kurt Kobain, John Lord, Jim Morrisson,
Gary Moore, Bon Scott, Ronnie James Dio.
(Tay Keith, what the fuck up, nigga?)
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
Tay Keith
I don't give a fuck, I'm up
I crashed my Lambo truck four
Keith what could it be?
And if it ain't the Wu?
It's Keith Murray!
They sayin Keith done this and Keith done that
But they don't fuck with Keith
live in brooklyn
Well keith, cee know, my fist in butters fro
We live in brooklyn
The fly clothes, cash flow, and crazy hells to spark
It's crowded
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Finesse, too hard
A million dollars don't excite me (at all)
Model bitches can't entice me (at all)
Still
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up!)
Look, I just flipped the switch (flipped, flipped)
I don't know nobody else that's doin' this
Bodies start
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
I been through a whole lotta thin's
With different niggas every time they say they got me
Them niggas turn
Keith Murray, bringin the ruckus, the Def Squad
Next up is the Flipmode Squad, this is Howard Cossell
First up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout
Lord
wan' face it
Think my shit laced 'cause these niggas so basic
Cut to the chase, I'm ahead of my time
Kool Keith, that'll save you a lot
Rappers want
feast (Let's feast)
Dear Lord I thank you for this beef
Dear meat (dear meat) let's feast (Let's feast)
Oh Lord thank you for this beef
It's no
got to drive to get to work
And Lord knows I love me some steak
But I guess I might as well kill myself
And leave this whole damn place, to
Keith
time it's not for me
It's for Keith, flying high, 'cause this life shit not a breeze
Speaking 'bout a life with no worry is so cruel
Mama got bills so
Eric on tvs that got antennas
Shoot hoops with uncle Sean jump on the sticks with uncle Gerald
Buddy Mac with cousin Keith, cross the street from crack
ass diamonds, yeah I had to squint, yeah
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
I hit your bitch, leave a dent, ooh
Drivin' the Bent' like it's rented,
There's a party goin on, tell a friend
[Chorus]
[Erick Sermon]
It was me, Keith, Red and Khari
Actin crazy, pumpin some Jay-Z
J to the Izzo, oh
Junior, but I'm a freak like Junior
Put down my mack like Keith, then she gon call me (a)gain
I'm a different type of black, like Slick
Yeah I sell
But really I gotta be there for my kids
I can't trust bitches, it is what it is
Gotta thank Keith, just for teaching me patience
I wish the lord had
my dawg off,
Shit was a vasectomy
I ain’t even get to study,
Niggas keep on testing me
I know that my name ain’t Keith,
Why she keep on Sweatin’ me?
I
Daniel, Eric, and Keith, I guess we weren't enough
You and I are lucky, I didn't pull the trigger or jump
Dad, I know you're looking out for me cause
Carvell's
I'm better than Keith, I do more than make you sweat
Whenever I kick flavor on the tape cassette
I always come equipped
With "yes yes y'all" (Here
you. Yeah, yeah
Lord, I thank you
Produced By: Mr. Cligarillo
Written By: Keith Keahey
Recorded and Mixed at: Street Legal Studios, North Charles
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