Mobb Deep
Mobb Deep - Keep It Thoro songtekst
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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 mill's 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 Poltergeist 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 and prove Rhymes cocky, crazy ill, mad rowdy Did a buck off of my shit and wrapped your outtie Temperamental, 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 U, 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 nothin' 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 guarantee that you bought it Heavy airplay all day wit no chorus, I keep it thoro, nigga