ฟังเพลงKeep It Thoro (Main Version) (Explicit)

Keep It Thoro - Prodigy of Mobb Deep

Written by：Albert Johnson/Alan Maman

Oh y'all niggas killer now oh word

Catch you coming out your f**king crib ni**a

Yeah catch a f**king bullet ni**a

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 deals only if the math is real

If you can't match numbers

Then you can't have

The head ni**a in charge

And sh*t live ni**a 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 forming

Snatch stripes off a ni**a's uniform often

Doing it past yo' delf

You way out your jurisdiction

Why niggas b******t on the grill

I don't f**k around dunny

This move's real

I keep it thoro ni**a

Yo let me back up for 'em

Lemme back up yo yo

While niggas b******t on the grill

I don't f**k 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 'em proof

Rhymes cocky crazy I'll mad rowdy

Did a buck off of my sh*t

And wrapped your outtie

Tempermental I snap quick

Very touchy

Ayo my attitude is all

F**ked up and real shitty

I rap like no one out there

Can f**k wit me

You feel different niggas see me

I throw a tv at you crazy

B**ches say p you crazy

A pain in da a**

Nah but f**k you pay me

I'm no shorty ni**a I stop your glory

I'm a thorough street ni**a for real

You just applaud me

Avoid p

Man take your baby mom's advice

I'm nothing sweet

I'll 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 f**k really

I miss my ni**a 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 a**

And I don't give a f**k what you sold

That sh*t is trash

Bang this cuz I gurantee

That you bought it

Heavy airplay all day wit no chorus

I keep it thoro ni**a