Keep It Thoro lyrics

[sinister laughter]



Oh y`all niggas killer now, oh word?

Catch you comin out your fuckin crib nigga

Yeah, catch a fuckin bullet nigga



[Prodigy]

Ayo, I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills

Peel on Ducatis and other four wheels

Write a book full of medicine and generate mills

Tour the album, only for more sales

We used to catch those on the block with crills

Now it`s paid shows, promoters post up bills

Sign dems only if the math is real

If you can`t match numbers then you can`t have the Head Nigga In Charge

And shit, live nigga rhymes artist

Pardon, P dub shines regardless

Remorseless, haunt niggas like poltergeists

My advice, `fore you get like that, is think twice

`fore you move on it, put jewels on it, who want it

Loose niggas make the news when we start formin`

Snatch stripes off a nigga`s uniform often

Doin it past yo` delf you way out your jurisdiction

Why niggas bullshit on the grill

I don`t fuck around dunny, this move`s real

I Keep It Thoro nigga



Yo let me back up for `em, lemme back up, yo, yo

Why niggas bullshit on the grill

I don`t fuck around dunny, this move`s real

I gave birth to your whole style and feel

How do it feel, to hold my dick in public

Cock blower, duplicate rap cloner

It`s me and you do it live on stage for dolo

I smack niggas like you, smash niggas by the tools

Grab niggas by the throat, show `n` prove

Rhymes cocky, crazy ill, mad rowdy

Did a buck off of my shit and wrapped your outtie

Tempermental, I snap quick, very touchy

Ayo my attitude is all fucked up and real shitty

I rap like no one out there can fuck wit me

You feel different, niggas see me

I throw a TV at you crazy, bitches say P you crazy

A +Pain in Da Ass+, nah but +Fuck you, Pay me+

I`m no shorty, nigga I stop your glory

I`m a thorough street nigga for real, you just applaud me

Avoid P, man take your baby mom`s advice

I`m nothing sweet, ill with the guns, you pay the price

When you see me in the streets soldier, salute me

You just a groupie, oh you gangsta, then shoot me

Who gives a fuck really, I miss my nigga Twin, kill me

So I can join the rest of my falls, up in the heavens

You rap niggas make me laugh, y`all crazy ass

And I don`t give a fuck what you sold, that shit is trash

Bang this, cuz I gurantee that you bought it

Heavy airplay all day wit no chorus

I Keep It Thoro nigga...
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