Sony Music Studios in New York City, New York - Keep Your sh** the Hardest lyrics

Chorus(2x): What y'all want me to do Keep your sh** the hardest It's about to go down n***as is ready to start this war that's for sure n***a come and get it Ride and die why Cause my n***as is wit it I want Monopoly money but I ain't even halfway there Cause do a dirt and a n***a got to take the back way there What it is is the biz and it's dirty You'll get rich but life expectancy is about thirty Take the business to the hallways, driving up for four days On parole with warrants that'll send me back the raw way If I get caught across Jersey state lines Figure this 98 and I been runnin since 89 So that's like 9 years delinquent time You speakin crime then you know 9 years you owe, get knocked- 9 years you gonna go No probation or parole more time doin' nothin' They roam to yard writin rhymes an frontin Carry n***as greasy because I'm built like that Burry n***as easy cause they get kilt like that If you ain't in it wit me than you in my way But either or you will respect mine And leave tech 9 and leave it for dude The realest you gonna feel is when you face your d**h Sorry I didn't know n***a don't even waste your breath Coppin pleas not D why you flippin n***a know the only thing I'm really scared of is slippin Lettin a n***a catch you when I got my gaurd down So I keep 'em up Noddin' off with one eye open I can freak it but there's gonna be a time when I'm close 'em both Lead poisonin I'm a get hit with an overdose So I don't drug thing crud thangs Think I don't know my slug stains, or blood blaze Raw gun playin drama Sadness to another n***as momma I'mma be the the one that puts you up inside the trauma These are troublesome times And the crime prevails And the dark side keeps a n***a's a** in jail Bada-boom-bada-bing some of this and some of that I gotta boogie for a minute but you know I'm coming back Chorus(2x) Try to show n***as but I can only hope they see You's a little n***a fit right up in a 6 by 3 Layin' up like this Lips sewn shut eyes closed n***as walk past the casket damn shorty nice pose You was ballin n***a till your a** got balled out Called out by some disrespectful a** n***as that go all out I bet you thought it was real funny Until it had to get cruddy Me walkin off leavin' you with all this bloody What he gonna do when it's all over for real And the last thing you seein' is that steel A blast of light that's what he seein' if you blast him right Hit him in his face and hear them close the casket tight Cause it's like it ain't nothin but endin it to a n***a Street sweeper like ahhhh! Sendin it to a n***a When you in the house you'll play by house rules 2 words you'll never hear again are house lose And that's house choose it ain't gonna be that Cause I can't see that Ready to get up in this n***a's a** real good so where the weed at Believe that you ain't going to see nothin' gettin' too familiar I would tell you what to do but than I'd have to k** you And it ain't even worth it I ain't goin to build nothin So I'm just gonna let you go be that same n***a Still frontin laughin and sh** Like you see somethin' funny What you sayin' sounds good But let me see somethin money For real (dog n***a, dog n***a, dog n***a, dog n***a n***a) Chorus(4x)