Verse 1: Peter Gunz   Uh, come on, come on, come on   Uh, and I see you   This is it      In '97 I made plans to see mo' money   In '98 I blasted out in the phat 420   When I hit the block kids stop look and stare   Girls they point, "Yo that's that nigga over there"   I get a lotta love, lotta hate   Yes that's the bet you make when you see a lotta cake   Now they calling me fake   Shit back they was calling me love   Now they're scratching up my car and calling me blood   See it be the ones you know scheming on the low   Saying you're dope but steady sizing up your Rol'   I drift, to the past where there's no riches   No hits and no chips and no bitches   Just another cat named Peter   Trying to make a dollar off a nine millimetre   Now life a little sweeter   I'm in the dealer   Coppin' a drop   On the beach in Hawaii with Mariah, wop!   Laying up in Wakiki, MTV, figures why these niggas wanna envy me   Maybe 'cause this young lady wanna sin for me   Because I ball you got it in me?   But Ima      Chorus: Peter Gunz & Lord Tariq      (keep on)   Ballin' 'til the day I die   Keep climbing 'til I reach the sky, Ima (keep on)   Getting money cause it's meant for I   I deserve yo I went for mine Ima (keep on)   And even though you hope I fail   I turn around and hope you prevail (keep on)   And to my sisters in the struggle alone   And to my brothers that's locked in jail just (keep on)      Verse 2: Lord Tariq   Yo in the early days of the Lord everything was shey-shey   Everyday was pay day   Selling nickels and dimes   Getting mine in mind state from 86 to 88   I still hear the razor scrape on the plate   A high school drop out   Caught a case mom expects me to cop out   6-G lawyer fee the case dropped like a knockout   The Bronx was the shit but we all hung in Harlem   Where gettin money's easy spending it was the problem   And I cop 16 valves foot is on the pedal   Telling bitches this your last chance to get out the ghetto   For less I wouldn't settle   Think big you get big   Came across the wrong niggas almost split my wig   Some say I bitched up because I switched up and started rapping   But I'm turning gold crack sales to drugs raps platinum   See these streets through my eyes and you can feel 'em though my words   I swore to god that I'm gon' be heard And Ima      Chorus      Bridge: Peter Gunz   You gotta (keep on)   just (keep on)   You gotta (keep on)   just (keep on)   You gotta (keep on)   just (keep on)   You gotta (keep on)   To all my people on the East (keep on)   And all my people on the West (keep on)   And all my people in the North (keep on)   And all my people in the South (keep on)   You gotta (keep on)      Verse 3: Peter Gunz & Lord Tariq   To my sisters raising kids alone   Feeling stuck 'cause your man ain't home   Don't wanna be a father don't bother   Honey, stay on the job   'cause that man gotta answer to God so baby (keep on)      I drop a tear on this poem as I write to my dog   Pistol, I miss you sincerely yours from the Lord   You held it down on our side of the town at any cost   And you loved in the checks by Money Boss so (keep on)      To my cousin G,   I know you're feeling trapped in the chair   All alone like nobody ain't there   Never fear   Me and Touch still here   Remember what I said dog, Ima be your arms and legs you just (keep on)      And to all my niggas on the streets   Wanna do out the States   Keep your eyes open always look straight   Never fall for the bait   You look back and you might get snatched   And if so just close your trap   You gotta (keep on)      Chorus