Keep It Thoro Lyrics - Singles - Prodigy Of Mobb Deep

Oh, y'all niggas killer now, oh word? 

Catch you comin' out your fuckin' crib nigga 

Yeah, catch a fuckin' bullet nigga 

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