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Tytuł: Keep it thoro

  • Wykonawca: Mobb Deep
  • Wy¶wietleń: 159

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