Mobb Deep - Keep It ThoroLyrics

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[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, 'cause I gurantee that you bought it Heavy airplay all day wit no chorus I Keep It Thoro nigga...
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