Z-Ro - Keep On Doin' It lyrics

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(feat. Big Mello)

[talking:]

Uh uh what, uh uh

I gotta hustle mayn, I gotta hustle mayn

Uh I gotta hustle mayn, come on come on

[Big Mello:]

I wake up early in the morning, thank the Lord for the day

Proceed to bleed the block, cause I gotta stay paid

See I'm on it, nobody gonna do for me

What I'ma do for me, gotta feed my family

See I hit the streets, and connect with G's

Hitting stangs po'ing trees, getting love from fiends

I ain't selling no dreams, I get the cream for the team

Making moves, all my hustlers I know you feel me

While they dropping them screens, I'm out here dropping them things

I got no time to bling bling, I'm in it to ching ching

Could say I'm bout the paper mayn, the cash the feddy

All feddy in this game, but I'm so so heavy

Can't trip I can't slip, and if you snooze you lose

In the dope or the liquor, baby need my shoes

Now be nice dykes, backdo' that thang

Point understood, while I'm picking up my change

[Hook x2:]

I can't fall off, I've come so far

I can't look back, I must move on

I keep on pushing, keep on grooving

Ain't no stopping, keep on doing it

[Big Mello:]

I'm out here on the block, still pumping and grinding

I gotta get it, if I gotta get dirty and grimey

By any means I'ma do it, stay true to it

See nothing could stop me, I keep it flowing like fluid

I pursue it see I grab it, and I snatch it and stack it

Keep my eyes on these jackers, cause they itching to grab me

I'm bar none, if they coming then they better come with it

I ain't tripping no mo', these haters gonna have to kill me

See I work too hard, to let a hater come and take mine

I don't give a damn bout time, and cross the line fa sho

It go down playa, God as my witness

Cross me or my family, now I'ma take care my bidness

It's survival of the fittest, down in the Clutch City

No pity down here, we get down to the gritty

Come through like Vecard, nation of Smitty

Make em feel me from New York, to that Mo City

[Hook x2]

[Big Mello:]

You see the hustle don't stop, the crime don't quit

I flip the script, and had to get the legit

Don't get it twisted, it's another way gotta stay paid

I still live the good life, thanks to Gene and J

Every way is my way, see I ball with the team

Now we mash for cream, so we can have things

Maintain my focus, and I evade the traps

And many wanna see me relapse, I never collapse

Already they be hating, so I'm cocked and ready

While I'm flipping through this saint john, biscuit and jelly

All my homies in the streets, keep on doing your thang

See game peep game, you got to maintain

It feel good to be free, now you can take it from me

You see life ain't a dream, things ain't always what it seems

Stay alert my niggaz, don't let em see you sweat

Peep the game, from the certified Southside vet

[Hook x4]