Keep Up

[DJ Drama]

You know the rules

Don't trust 'em, don't love 'em

And don't let 'em fool you

Nahmean?

[Lloyd Banks]

Aye! Know your role

Get anything out me? No, you won't

I hope my player stole your hope

Anymore game I'm going overdose

Jerry Tarkanian, I'm supposed to coach

Money train on my poster ho

Way too cool, can't push a button

Banks around, you got no control

Relax and let it go

That girl wants to be bad. Don't let her, yo!

You still want to keep that? Incredible!

That's negative feedback, forever bro

I'm chasing greenbacks and envelopes

You only care about status

Probably see zeroes in the bed with her

High maintenance with no standards, damn

It's a shame you're so regular

Don't hog the lane on my cellular

Don't be difficult, we ain't dating

Better stay in line with the editor

Hawaii, 5 trips ahead of ya

Oh? You're on cloud nine? She say jump, you ask "how high?"

Weekend fuck to a nigga like me

P-I-M-P till the day that I die

You buying the boots and I'm taking them off

Keeping her hair then I'm fucking it up

Turning her out as she's spilling the guts

Won't lead her on, the feeling's too much

She thinks I'm the one but there can't be no us

I met you a stray, there can't be no trust

The lifestyle fills up your panties with lust

Spare me the amateur stuff

Look, you happy now?

Your homegirl found a way to track me down

Telling all your problems to grimy ears

Playing for the crowd is exactly how

She's 10 times more nasty now

Caught in a walk with her ass all out

Then you'll be here all alone

The nigga all the bad ones ask about

All black cruising, my casket route

In my throwback, full classic bout

Short on time, I smash then count

Them whores ain't mine, I pass them out

You ain't even got to ask me

My game catchy, no free rides here, better get a taxi

You don't think I know how this shit going to go?

Chasing a musician, end up with an athlete

Shit! I'm both

Got'em on a track meet

Ran all day, made love on a bad knee

Fixing with an an ass in the avi

Victims from the pad to the valley

Fiction, once if she ever had me

Listen, let my only speak once

I had teams since the nineties

Switch rosters every three months

I'm the one they can't figure out

You're the one that they chump, chump

You paying the bills and got another nigga in the house

She don't know what she want, yup

You fucked around and got tricked by a criminal

I gotta to skip to the front

You don't turn your back

She probably looking a nigga now

Tell them hoes keep up

Tell them hoes keep up