Proof - Keep It on the Low lyrics

rate me

feat. J. Dilla

Know I’m the streets, you see me hanging with the hood dwellers

Mister pimp hanging with the good fellows in the neighborhood

It could the wallers, things is getting smaller

From this 20, get over it’s hard

I used to know a nigga from back in the gat

He steady with the shit, while...rap man

It ain’t no time to slap walk,

Now try and hunger...west chillin backboards

The real niggas look the skills, know the deal

That’s the way we pack mills to make a fuckin livin

Around the way oh, I strive to be famous

You wanna hear some shit, put your ear upon my anus

I take you to places that you never been before

You wanna chill but you still gonn be hardcore

Legends of the same race minds, why waste time

Niggas wanna put 9’s on they waist line

Define my time, inside my mind, I got freestyle for day

So I make dope, they came in to ... my domain

So remember my sign is ill, but I try to keep it on the real

Come to the hood but still

Keep it on the go, the go, go

Keep it on a down low

Keep it on the go, the go, go

Keep it on a down low

You gotta keep it, keep it

Keep it on the go, the go, go

Keep it on a down low

Keep it on the go, the go, go

Keep it on a down low

Hey yo, do you through the same thang daily

Getting plaid by your lady, have a baby on the bakely

And I’m my brother’s keeper

I’m the only nigga in the hood, not distracted by a zebra

So around the way they all callin

With the same type of thangs...

Shooting at the gas man, unload the gun

Found chopped up in the trash can

Niggas don’t understand, the way the master plan

The way the genocide, but I hop in my mercide

All the ...to kill another brother, in the summer

My mind is getting run over by the numbers

And that’s the way it is on the real

I look at the hood, come through but still

Keep it on the go, the go, go

Keep it on a down low

Keep it on the go, the go, go

Keep it on a down low

Hey yo, my hood, my home, little man pack...

Now she watch the back, bend over, leave a mess

My niggas from the day, need to smack this

Smack me up for a buck, nothing but a crack head

Ever it was a hotty,... and put aids in her body

So now our little baby gonna grow up sick

Catch a cold and die... help yourself.