Artist: Guru Album: Version 7.0 The Street Scriptures Song: Fa Keeps Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro: Guru] Yeah I put in a lot of work my nigga I've seen and been through it all my nigga And I'm still standin A lot stronger and a lot wiser my nigga Playin this game right here for keeps my nigga So therefore, you know I never sleep my nigga [Guru] I felt pain of all types, still the same it's alright Course they wanna stereotype but it's all hype Can't let the game go sour it needs me Hungry like a black Oliver Twist, feed me If need be, snatch your mic up quick Blast you right up kid, sit back and light up shit I'm the crowd pleaser, street avenger in your loudspeaker Witness the flow, I'm a proud teacher The double helix, the chemicals react to me It's like sex, the way I do it naturally Aiyyo I'm peepin your card increasin my odds Now my trigger's cocked back, see me squeezin it hard In this jungle habitat I don't move like an average cat I got a different kind of superstar status jack And me not handlin biz That's like the industry without all these scandals and shit [Chorus: repeat 2X] I play the game for keeps That's why I never sleep, run silent run deep I play the game for keeps Yo man I gotta eat, still in the streets dumb heat [Guru] East to West coast, real is real we rep most Respect toast, those close we check most And you can call me the jeweler Cause I'ma leave ya with somethin of real value to school ya And it don't go around your wrist or neck, nigga~! Your real peeps'll never disrespect And punks be goin out for self and cream No self-esteem, they don't wanna share their wealth with the team And that's when the plottin starts, huh Just like a few minutes after all the flossin starts I'm playin for keeps just like a man obsessed Been doin this since "words that I manifest" And I came to stay in this sport, I ain't retirin I'm firin rapidly, to blaze your rapport You wish you could handle me I'll shit on you randomly While you runnin snitch I'm wit'cha bitch on a canopy [Chorus] [Guru] You don't know shit about this rap shit you fake type critics You sheist bigots, I'm O.G., I bet my life with it You trife midget - that's what you are next to me I'm treachery, knock you out and strong arm the referee My specialty'll be to dead your zone Runnin your mouth like Wendy shoulda kept some chrome Picture me not reppin it right, huh That's like a krillz head caught without a stem or a pipe [Chorus]