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Yo, look who just jumped up on the scene

Pocket full of green, butter leather and all

I be's that b***h 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 b*****s for days, rich as it pays

Damn shit s changed since back in the days (get money)

In 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?

B***h, I ain't really into ya

To all the tramp goldiggers

(Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all) (x2)

To all the misrepresenters

(Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all) (x2)

To all the b***h-ass niggas

(Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all) (x2)

To all the tramp goldiggers

(Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all) (x2)

I drop the lines and blow 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 MCs 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 d**k in the ground then 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

To all the tramp goldiggers

(Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all) (x2)

To all the misrepresenters

(Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all) (x2)

To all the b***h-ass niggas

(Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all) (x2)

To all the tramp goldiggers

(Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all) (x2)

To all the tramp goldiggers

(Keep it real y'all, gotta keep it real y'all) (x2)