[{"id":11747721,"name":"Keep On","trackName":"Keep On","artistName":"Lord Tariq & Peter Gunz","albumName":"Make It Reign","duration":254.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Verse 1: peter gunz\nUh come on come on come on\nUh and i see you\nThis is it\n\nIn '97 i made plans to see mo' money\nIn '98 i blasted out in the phat 420\nWhen i hit the block kids stop look and stare\nGirls they point \"yo that's that nigga over there\"\nI get a lotta love lotta hate\nYes that's the bet you make when you see a lotta cake\nNow they calling me fake\nShit back they was calling me love\nNow they're scratching up my car and calling me blood\nSee it be the ones you know scheming on the low\nSaying you're dope but steady sizing up your rol'\nI drift, to the past where there's no riches\nNo hits and no chips and no bitches\nJust another cat named peter\nTrying to make a dollar off a nine millimetre\nNow life a little sweeter\nI'm in the dealer\nCoppin' a drop\nOn the beach in hawaii with mariah, wop!\nLaying up in wakiki, mtv, figures why these niggas wanna envy me\nMaybe cuz this young lady wanna sin for me\nBecause i ball you got it in me?\nBut ima\n\nChorus: peter gunz & lord tariq\n\n(keep on)\nBallin' 'til the day i die\nKeep climbing 'til i reach the sky, ima (keep on)\nGetting money cause it's meant for i\nI deserve yo i went for mine ima (keep on)\nAnd even though you hope i fail\nI turn around and hope you prevail (keep on)\nAnd to my sisters in the struggle alone\nAnd to my brothers that's locked in jail just (keep on)\n\nVerse 2: lord tariq\nYo in the early days of the lord everything was shey-shey\nEveryday was pay day\nSelling nickels and dimes\nGetting mine in mind state from 86 to 88\n\nI still hear the razor scrape on the plate\nA high school drop out\nCaught a case mom expects me to cop out\n6-g lawyer fee the case dropped like a knockout\nThe bronx was the shit but we all hung in harlem\nWhere gettin money's easy spending it was the problem\nAnd i cop 16 valves foot is on the pedal\nTelling bitches this your last chance to get out the ghetto\nFor less i wouldn't settle\nThink big you get big\nCame across the wrong niggas almost split my wig\nSome say i bitched up because i switched up and started rapping\nBut i'm turning gold crack sales to drugs raps platinum\nSee these streets through my eyes and you can feel 'em though my words\nI swore to god that i'm gon' be heard and ima\n\nChorus\n\nBridge: peter gunz\nYou gotta (keep on)\nJust (keep on)\nYou gotta (keep on)\nJust (keep on)\nYou gotta (keep on)\nJust (keep on)\nYou gotta (keep on)\nTo all my people on the east (keep on)\nAnd all my people on the west (keep on)\nAnd all my people in the north (keep on)\nAnd all my people in the south (keep on)\nYou gotta (keep on)\n\nVerse 3: peter gunz & lord tariq\nTo my sisters raising kids alone\nFeeling stuck cuz your man ain't home\nDon't wanna be a father don't bother\nHoney, stay on the job\nCuz that man gotta answer to god so baby (keep on)\n\nI drop a tear on this poem as i write to my dog\nPistol, i miss you sincerely yours from the lord\nYou held it down on our side of the town at any cost\nAnd you loved in the checks by money boss so (keep on)\n\nTo my cousin g,\nI know you're feeling trapped in the chair\nAll alone like nobody ain't there\nNever fear\nMe and touch still here\nRemember what i said dog, ima be your arms and legs you just (keep on)\n\nAnd to all my niggas on the streets\nWanna do out the states\nKeep your eyes open always look straight\nNever fall for the bait\nYou look back and you might get snatched\nAnd if so just close your trap\nYou gotta (keep on)\n\nChorus","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Keep On\n  artist: Lord Tariq & Peter Gunz\n  album: Make It Reign\n  duration_ms: 254000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Verse 1: peter gunz\n  Uh come on come on come on\n  Uh and i see you\n  This is it\n\n  In '97 i made plans to see mo' money\n  In '98 i blasted out in the phat 420\n  When i hit the block kids stop look and stare\n  Girls they point \"yo that's that nigga over there\"\n  I get a lotta love lotta hate\n  Yes that's the bet you make when you see a lotta cake\n  Now they calling me fake\n  Shit back they was calling me love\n  Now they're scratching up my car and calling me blood\n  See it be the ones you know scheming on the low\n  Saying you're dope but steady sizing up your rol'\n  I drift, to the past where there's no riches\n  No hits and no chips and no bitches\n  Just another cat named peter\n  Trying to make a dollar off a nine millimetre\n  Now life a little sweeter\n  I'm in the dealer\n  Coppin' a drop\n  On the beach in hawaii with mariah, wop!\n  Laying up in wakiki, mtv, figures why these niggas wanna envy me\n  Maybe cuz this young lady wanna sin for me\n  Because i ball you got it in me?\n  But ima\n\n  Chorus: peter gunz & lord tariq\n\n  (keep on)\n  Ballin' 'til the day i die\n  Keep climbing 'til i reach the sky, ima (keep on)\n  Getting money cause it's meant for i\n  I deserve yo i went for mine ima (keep on)\n  And even though you hope i fail\n  I turn around and hope you prevail (keep on)\n  And to my sisters in the struggle alone\n  And to my brothers that's locked in jail just (keep on)\n\n  Verse 2: lord tariq\n  Yo in the early days of the lord everything was shey-shey\n  Everyday was pay day\n  Selling nickels and dimes\n  Getting mine in mind state from 86 to 88\n\n  I still hear the razor scrape on the plate\n  A high school drop out\n  Caught a case mom expects me to cop out\n  6-g lawyer fee the case dropped like a knockout\n  The bronx was the shit but we all hung in harlem\n  Where gettin money's easy spending it was the problem\n  And i cop 16 valves foot is on the pedal\n  Telling bitches this your last chance to get out the ghetto\n  For less i wouldn't settle\n  Think big you get big\n  Came across the wrong niggas almost split my wig\n  Some say i bitched up because i switched up and started rapping\n  But i'm turning gold crack sales to drugs raps platinum\n  See these streets through my eyes and you can feel 'em though my words\n  I swore to god that i'm gon' be heard and ima\n\n  Chorus\n\n  Bridge: peter gunz\n  You gotta (keep on)\n  Just (keep on)\n  You gotta (keep on)\n  Just (keep on)\n  You gotta (keep on)\n  Just (keep on)\n  You gotta (keep on)\n  To all my people on the east (keep on)\n  And all my people on the west (keep on)\n  And all my people in the north (keep on)\n  And all my people in the south (keep on)\n  You gotta (keep on)\n\n  Verse 3: peter gunz & lord tariq\n  To my sisters raising kids alone\n  Feeling stuck cuz your man ain't home\n  Don't wanna be a father don't bother\n  Honey, stay on the job\n  Cuz that man gotta answer to god so baby (keep on)\n\n  I drop a tear on this poem as i write to my dog\n  Pistol, i miss you sincerely yours from the lord\n  You held it down on our side of the town at any cost\n  And you loved in the checks by money boss so (keep on)\n\n  To my cousin g,\n  I know you're feeling trapped in the chair\n  All alone like nobody ain't there\n  Never fear\n  Me and touch still here\n  Remember what i said dog, ima be your arms and legs you just (keep on)\n\n  And to all my niggas on the streets\n  Wanna do out the states\n  Keep your eyes open always look straight\n  Never fall for the bait\n  You look back and you might get snatched\n  And if so just close your trap\n  You gotta (keep on)\n\n  Chorus\n"},{"id":9511012,"name":"Keep on (Produced by Clark Kent)","trackName":"Keep on (Produced by Clark Kent)","artistName":"Lord Tariq & Peter Gunz","albumName":"Make it Reign","duration":253.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Verse 1: peter gunz\nUh come on come on come on\nUh and i see you\nThis is it\n\nIn '97 i made plans to see mo' money\nIn '98 i blasted out in the phat 420\nWhen i hit the block kids stop look and stare\nGirls they point \"yo that's that nigga over there\"\nI get a lotta love lotta hate\nYes that's the bet you make when you see a lotta cake\nNow they calling me fake\nShit back they was calling me love\nNow they're scratching up my car and calling me blood\nSee it be the ones you know scheming on the low\nSaying you're dope but steady sizing up your rol'\nI drift, to the past where there's no riches\nNo hits and no chips and no bitches\nJust another cat named peter\nTrying to make a dollar off a nine millimetre\nNow life a little sweeter\nI'm in the dealer\nCoppin' a drop\nOn the beach in hawaii with mariah, wop!\nLaying up in wakiki, mtv, figures why these niggas wanna envy me\nMaybe cuz this young lady wanna sin for me\nBecause i ball you got it in me?\nBut ima\n\nChorus: peter gunz & lord tariq\n\n(keep on)\nBallin' 'til the day i die\nKeep climbing 'til i reach the sky, ima (keep on)\nGetting money cause it's meant for i\nI deserve yo i went for mine ima (keep on)\nAnd even though you hope i fail\nI turn around and hope you prevail (keep on)\nAnd to my sisters in the struggle alone\nAnd to my brothers that's locked in jail just (keep on)\n\nVerse 2: lord tariq\nYo in the early days of the lord everything was shey-shey\nEveryday was pay day\nSelling nickels and dimes\nGetting mine in mind state from 86 to 88\n\nI still hear the razor scrape on the plate\nA high school drop out\nCaught a case mom expects me to cop out\n6-g lawyer fee the case dropped like a knockout\nThe bronx was the shit but we all hung in harlem\nWhere gettin money's easy spending it was the problem\nAnd i cop 16 valves foot is on the pedal\nTelling bitches this your last chance to get out the ghetto\nFor less i wouldn't settle\nThink big you get big\nCame across the wrong niggas almost split my wig\nSome say i bitched up because i switched up and started rapping\nBut i'm turning gold crack sales to drugs raps platinum\nSee these streets through my eyes and you can feel 'em though my words\nI swore to god that i'm gon' be heard and ima\n\nChorus\n\nBridge: peter gunz\nYou gotta (keep on)\nJust (keep on)\nYou gotta (keep on)\nJust (keep on)\nYou gotta (keep on)\nJust (keep on)\nYou gotta (keep on)\nTo all my people on the east (keep on)\nAnd all my people on the west (keep on)\nAnd all my people in the north (keep on)\nAnd all my people in the south (keep on)\nYou gotta (keep on)\n\nVerse 3: peter gunz & lord tariq\nTo my sisters raising kids alone\nFeeling stuck cuz your man ain't home\nDon't wanna be a father don't bother\nHoney, stay on the job\nCuz that man gotta answer to god so baby (keep on)\n\nI drop a tear on this poem as i write to my dog\nPistol, i miss you sincerely yours from the lord\nYou held it down on our side of the town at any cost\nAnd you loved in the checks by money boss so (keep on)\n\nTo my cousin g,\nI know you're feeling trapped in the chair\nAll alone like nobody ain't there\nNever fear\nMe and touch still here\nRemember what i said dog, ima be your arms and legs you just (keep on)\n\nAnd to all my niggas on the streets\nWanna do out the states\nKeep your eyes open always look straight\nNever fall for the bait\nYou look back and you might get snatched\nAnd if so just close your trap\nYou gotta (keep on)\n\nChorus","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Keep on (Produced by Clark Kent)\n  artist: Lord Tariq & Peter Gunz\n  album: Make it Reign\n  duration_ms: 253000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Verse 1: peter gunz\n  Uh come on come on come on\n  Uh and i see you\n  This is it\n\n  In '97 i made plans to see mo' money\n  In '98 i blasted out in the phat 420\n  When i hit the block kids stop look and stare\n  Girls they point \"yo that's that nigga over there\"\n  I get a lotta love lotta hate\n  Yes that's the bet you make when you see a lotta cake\n  Now they calling me fake\n  Shit back they was calling me love\n  Now they're scratching up my car and calling me blood\n  See it be the ones you know scheming on the low\n  Saying you're dope but steady sizing up your rol'\n  I drift, to the past where there's no riches\n  No hits and no chips and no bitches\n  Just another cat named peter\n  Trying to make a dollar off a nine millimetre\n  Now life a little sweeter\n  I'm in the dealer\n  Coppin' a drop\n  On the beach in hawaii with mariah, wop!\n  Laying up in wakiki, mtv, figures why these niggas wanna envy me\n  Maybe cuz this young lady wanna sin for me\n  Because i ball you got it in me?\n  But ima\n\n  Chorus: peter gunz & lord tariq\n\n  (keep on)\n  Ballin' 'til the day i die\n  Keep climbing 'til i reach the sky, ima (keep on)\n  Getting money cause it's meant for i\n  I deserve yo i went for mine ima (keep on)\n  And even though you hope i fail\n  I turn around and hope you prevail (keep on)\n  And to my sisters in the struggle alone\n  And to my brothers that's locked in jail just (keep on)\n\n  Verse 2: lord tariq\n  Yo in the early days of the lord everything was shey-shey\n  Everyday was pay day\n  Selling nickels and dimes\n  Getting mine in mind state from 86 to 88\n\n  I still hear the razor scrape on the plate\n  A high school drop out\n  Caught a case mom expects me to cop out\n  6-g lawyer fee the case dropped like a knockout\n  The bronx was the shit but we all hung in harlem\n  Where gettin money's easy spending it was the problem\n  And i cop 16 valves foot is on the pedal\n  Telling bitches this your last chance to get out the ghetto\n  For less i wouldn't settle\n  Think big you get big\n  Came across the wrong niggas almost split my wig\n  Some say i bitched up because i switched up and started rapping\n  But i'm turning gold crack sales to drugs raps platinum\n  See these streets through my eyes and you can feel 'em though my words\n  I swore to god that i'm gon' be heard and ima\n\n  Chorus\n\n  Bridge: peter gunz\n  You gotta (keep on)\n  Just (keep on)\n  You gotta (keep on)\n  Just (keep on)\n  You gotta (keep on)\n  Just (keep on)\n  You gotta (keep on)\n  To all my people on the east (keep on)\n  And all my people on the west (keep on)\n  And all my people in the north (keep on)\n  And all my people in the south (keep on)\n  You gotta (keep on)\n\n  Verse 3: peter gunz & lord tariq\n  To my sisters raising kids alone\n  Feeling stuck cuz your man ain't home\n  Don't wanna be a father don't bother\n  Honey, stay on the job\n  Cuz that man gotta answer to god so baby (keep on)\n\n  I drop a tear on this poem as i write to my dog\n  Pistol, i miss you sincerely yours from the lord\n  You held it down on our side of the town at any cost\n  And you loved in the checks by money boss so (keep on)\n\n  To my cousin g,\n  I know you're feeling trapped in the chair\n  All alone like nobody ain't there\n  Never fear\n  Me and touch still here\n  Remember what i said dog, ima be your arms and legs you just (keep on)\n\n  And to all my niggas on the streets\n  Wanna do out the states\n  Keep your eyes open always look straight\n  Never fall for the bait\n  You look back and you might get snatched\n  And if so just close your trap\n  You gotta (keep on)\n\n  Chorus\n"}]