| Song | Keep 'Em Guessin' |
| Artist | Ant Banks |
| Album | The Best Of Ant Banks |
| 作词 : Banks, Nelson, Royster | |
| (Intro:) | |
| Mmhhmm | |
| I'm keepin' mother****ers guessin' | |
| That's right | |
| (Verse 1:) | |
| It's a blessing so let me speak and teach a lesson | |
| I run deep and freak on streets, I keep 'em guessin' | |
| I'm flexin' when I hit the Hennessy | |
| Then I see the enemy | |
| Pretender think that he know my identity | |
| But nigga that's a penalty so here we go again | |
| You think you know what I'm foldin' | |
| Cause what I'm rollin' in | |
| Well I don't give a **** nigga I was in the cut | |
| While you was up at my spot tryin' to peep what I got | |
| Why not bust a shot when I was ridin' you was mad | |
| And see me in the bucket and thought I was doin' bad | |
| Thinkin' that I was broke but you can peep and goin' wonder | |
| But little did you know that I was creepin' on the under | |
| Goin' yonder now you dumber cause your number has been pulled | |
| You fool cause that shit you thought you knew was bull | |
| At this beef where you at see I'm speakin' the facts | |
| So forget that chit-chat cause it's deeper than that | |
| And I'm keepin' a Gat and let my Tecs blast quick | |
| So why the **** you sittin' back stressin' of the next man's shit | |
| Cause I'm the ****in' one and only | |
| And you busters can't get on me | |
| You're in danger you don't know me | |
| I'm a stranger not your homie | |
| You know **** ya'll don't know about me | |
| But check it out | |
| (Chorus:) | |
| Run up on this fool and get your head split | |
| And if you don't know | |
| You better ask somebody you'd better ask somebody | |
| That's right | |
| Niggas wanna trip I'm hard to the bone | |
| They all on my dick so let's get it goin' on | |
| (Verse 2:) | |
| Dressed up in these street clothes | |
| I'm ready to beat hos this game is lethal | |
| I'm sellin' rocks tryin' to move up to sellin' kilos | |
| But these hoes and negros | |
| Be tryin' to stop my progress | |
| But when you're in my way | |
| You's just the victim I'ma rob next | |
| And it's a terrible thang I gotta **** up your crew | |
| And have you goin' thru unbearable pain | |
| I'm in the game and they claim that I'm on the run | |
| I own a gun 16 shots bust up on this one | |
| Yeah mother****ers I'm the one | |
| With beats from the streets | |
| So don't talk that shit and be scared to come to me | |
| I know them punk ass niggas be jockin' my flows | |
| But when I turn my back they just yap like some gossippin' hoes | |
| I guess I ain't got no true friends but I got a few wins | |
| To pay for paint and put this AMG's on my new Benz | |
| Them jealous niggas steady guessin' and wonderin' | |
| Tryin' to catch up but stuck stressin' and wonderin' | |
| I'm never stumblin' just bundlin' up my cash | |
| I gotta last so I don't give a **** to blast | |
| My mind be havin' sinister thoughts | |
| I guess it's because I always mug when the ministers talk | |
| I'm heavy-weightin' capable to breakin' a fool's neck | |
| So quit tryin' to figure out what this nigga gon do next | |
| (Chorus:) | |
| (Verse 3:) | |
| I ain't sleepin' I'm just creepin' | |
| I just lurks in the dark I'm that nigga Ant Banks | |
| With beats burps and them farts | |
| But niggas wanna start flashin' and trippin' on my lifestyle | |
| Cause I'm makin' cash and they ass stuck up on a pipe now | |
| I write down facts so the saps think that I'm dissin' | |
| But listen guess this is just an addiction for non-fiction | |
| And niggas break on the tracks and fat tapes | |
| That Max makes so homie wait and get your fact straight | |
| But act fake and end up bendin' from back brakes | |
| A busted head, a broken leg and a cracked face | |
| I can't let him live | |
| Crashed up his ribs with my body blows | |
| I got him froze tremblin' cold with his snotty nose | |
| You chose not to have a hustle now you desirin' mines | |
| Tryin' to find out my mix but I got those clips for inquirin' minds | |
| Them tirin' lines I'm hearin' ain't phasin' me | |
| I was raised a G and that's what I'm paid to be | |
| So **** them suckers with them false accusations | |
| Lookin' for my location tryin' to stop my operation | |
| You wastin' time cause a Nine is my protection | |
| Get off my dick flexin' and keep on guessin' | |
| Nigga, you know what I'm sayin' | |
| You can't **** with this here | |
| (Chorus:) | |
| (Outro:) | |
| Like that there | |
| Keep these mother****ers guessin' | |
| From 9-5 til infinity nigga | |
| Stay off my mother****in' dick | |
| Peace out |
| zuò cí : Banks, Nelson, Royster | |
| Intro: | |
| Mmhhmm | |
| I' m keepin' mother ers guessin' | |
| That' s right | |
| Verse 1: | |
| It' s a blessing so let me speak and teach a lesson | |
| I run deep and freak on streets, I keep ' em guessin' | |
| I' m flexin' when I hit the Hennessy | |
| Then I see the enemy | |
| Pretender think that he know my identity | |
| But nigga that' s a penalty so here we go again | |
| You think you know what I' m foldin' | |
| Cause what I' m rollin' in | |
| Well I don' t give a nigga I was in the cut | |
| While you was up at my spot tryin' to peep what I got | |
| Why not bust a shot when I was ridin' you was mad | |
| And see me in the bucket and thought I was doin' bad | |
| Thinkin' that I was broke but you can peep and goin' wonder | |
| But little did you know that I was creepin' on the under | |
| Goin' yonder now you dumber cause your number has been pulled | |
| You fool cause that shit you thought you knew was bull | |
| At this beef where you at see I' m speakin' the facts | |
| So forget that chitchat cause it' s deeper than that | |
| And I' m keepin' a Gat and let my Tecs blast quick | |
| So why the you sittin' back stressin' of the next man' s shit | |
| Cause I' m the in' one and only | |
| And you busters can' t get on me | |
| You' re in danger you don' t know me | |
| I' m a stranger not your homie | |
| You know ya' ll don' t know about me | |
| But check it out | |
| Chorus: | |
| Run up on this fool and get your head split | |
| And if you don' t know | |
| You better ask somebody you' d better ask somebody | |
| That' s right | |
| Niggas wanna trip I' m hard to the bone | |
| They all on my dick so let' s get it goin' on | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Dressed up in these street clothes | |
| I' m ready to beat hos this game is lethal | |
| I' m sellin' rocks tryin' to move up to sellin' kilos | |
| But these hoes and negros | |
| Be tryin' to stop my progress | |
| But when you' re in my way | |
| You' s just the victim I' ma rob next | |
| And it' s a terrible thang I gotta up your crew | |
| And have you goin' thru unbearable pain | |
| I' m in the game and they claim that I' m on the run | |
| I own a gun 16 shots bust up on this one | |
| Yeah mother ers I' m the one | |
| With beats from the streets | |
| So don' t talk that shit and be scared to come to me | |
| I know them punk ass niggas be jockin' my flows | |
| But when I turn my back they just yap like some gossippin' hoes | |
| I guess I ain' t got no true friends but I got a few wins | |
| To pay for paint and put this AMG' s on my new Benz | |
| Them jealous niggas steady guessin' and wonderin' | |
| Tryin' to catch up but stuck stressin' and wonderin' | |
| I' m never stumblin' just bundlin' up my cash | |
| I gotta last so I don' t give a to blast | |
| My mind be havin' sinister thoughts | |
| I guess it' s because I always mug when the ministers talk | |
| I' m heavyweightin' capable to breakin' a fool' s neck | |
| So quit tryin' to figure out what this nigga gon do next | |
| Chorus: | |
| Verse 3: | |
| I ain' t sleepin' I' m just creepin' | |
| I just lurks in the dark I' m that nigga Ant Banks | |
| With beats burps and them farts | |
| But niggas wanna start flashin' and trippin' on my lifestyle | |
| Cause I' m makin' cash and they ass stuck up on a pipe now | |
| I write down facts so the saps think that I' m dissin' | |
| But listen guess this is just an addiction for nonfiction | |
| And niggas break on the tracks and fat tapes | |
| That Max makes so homie wait and get your fact straight | |
| But act fake and end up bendin' from back brakes | |
| A busted head, a broken leg and a cracked face | |
| I can' t let him live | |
| Crashed up his ribs with my body blows | |
| I got him froze tremblin' cold with his snotty nose | |
| You chose not to have a hustle now you desirin' mines | |
| Tryin' to find out my mix but I got those clips for inquirin' minds | |
| Them tirin' lines I' m hearin' ain' t phasin' me | |
| I was raised a G and that' s what I' m paid to be | |
| So them suckers with them false accusations | |
| Lookin' for my location tryin' to stop my operation | |
| You wastin' time cause a Nine is my protection | |
| Get off my dick flexin' and keep on guessin' | |
| Nigga, you know what I' m sayin' | |
| You can' t with this here | |
| Chorus: | |
| Outro: | |
| Like that there | |
| Keep these mother ers guessin' | |
| From 95 til infinity nigga | |
| Stay off my mother in' dick | |
| Peace out |