Keep It Thoro Lyrics

Mobb Deep

Non-album songs

Lyrics to Keep It Thoro
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[sinister laughter]Oh y'all niggas killer now, oh word?Catch you comin out your fuckin crib niggaYeah, catch a fuckin bullet nigga[Prodigy]Ayo, I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar billsPeel on Ducatis and other four wheelsWrite a book full of medicine and generate millsTour the album, only for more salesWe used to catch those on the block with crillsNow it's paid shows, promoters post up billsSign dems only if the math is realIf you can't match numbers then you can't have the Head Nigga In ChargeAnd shit, live nigga rhymes artistPardon, P dub shines regardlessRemorseless, haunt niggas like poltergeistsMy advice, 'fore you get like that, is think twice'fore you move on it, put jewels on it, who want itLoose niggas make the news when we start formin'Snatch stripes off a nigga's uniform oftenDoin it past yo' delf you way out your jurisdictionWhy niggas bullshit on the grillI don't fuck around dunny, this move's realI Keep It Thoro niggaYo let me back up for 'em, lemme back up, yo, yoWhy niggas bullshit on the grillI don't fuck around dunny, this move's realI gave birth to your whole style and feelHow do it feel, to hold my dick in publicCock blower, duplicate rap clonerIt's me and you do it live on stage for doloI smack niggas like you, smash niggas by the toolsGrab niggas by the throat, show 'n' proveRhymes cocky, crazy ill, mad rowdyDid a buck off of my shit and wrapped your outtieTempermental, I snap quick, very touchyAyo my attitude is all fucked up and real shittyI rap like no one out there can fuck wit meYou feel different, niggas see meI throw a TV at you crazy, bitches say P you crazyA +Pain in Da Ass+, nah but +Fuck you, Pay me+I'm no shorty, nigga I stop your gloryI'm a thorough street nigag for real, you just applaud meAvoid P, man take your baby mom's adviceI'm nothing sweet, ill with the guns, you pay the priceWhen you see me in the streets soldier, salute meYou just a groupie, oh you gangsta, then shoot meWho gives a fuck really, I miss my nigga Twin, kill meSo I can join the rest of my falls, up in the heavensYou rap niggas make me laugh, y'all crazy assAnd I don't give a fuck what you sold, that shit is trashBang this, cuz I gurantee that you bought itHeavy airplay all day wit no chorusI Keep It Thoro nigga...




Songwriters: MAMAN, ALAN / JOHNSON, ALBERT
Publisher: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network
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