Prodigy (Mobb Deep) - Keep It Thoro lyrics

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Prodigy (Mobb Deep) - Keep It Thoro lyrics

Oh y'all n***as k**er now, oh word? Catch you comin out your f**in crib n***a Yeah, catch a f**in bullet n***a [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 deals only if the math is real If you can't match numbers then you can't have the Head n***a In Charge And sh**, live n***a rhymes artist Pardon, P dub shines regardless Remorseless, haunt n***as like poltergeists My advice, 'fore you get like that, is think twice 'fore you move on it, put j**els on it, who want it Loose n***as make the news when we start formin' Snatch stripes off a n***a's uniform often Doin it past yo' delf you way out your jurisdiction Why n***as bullsh** on the grill I don't f** around dunny, this move's real I Keep It Thoro n***a Yo let me back up for 'em, lemme back up, yo, yo While n***as bullsh** on the grill I don't f** 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 co*k blower, duplicate rap cloner It's me and you do it live on stage for dolo I smack n***as like you, smash n***as by the tools Grab n***as by the throat, show 'em proof Rhymes co*ky, crazy ill, mad rowdy Did a buck off of my sh** and wrapped your Audi Tempermental, I snap quick, very touchy Ayo my attitude is all f**ed up and real sh**ty I rap like no one out there can f** wit me You feel different, n***as see me I throw a TV at you crazy, b**hes say P you crazy A +Pain in Da Ass+, nah but +f** you, Pay me+ I'm no shorty, n***a I stop your glory I'm a thorough street n***a 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 f** really, I miss my n***a Twin, k** me So I can join the rest of my falls, up in the heavens You rap n***as make me laugh, y'all crazy a** And I don't give a f** what you sold, that sh** is trash Bang this, cuz I gurantee that you bought it Heavy airplay all day wit no chorus I Keep It Thoro n***a...

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