Keep It Thoro Songtext
von Prodigy

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 mils
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 we 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
Before you move on it, put jewels on it, who want it?


Loose niggas make the news when we start forming
Snatch stripes off a nigga′s uniform often
Don't embarrass yo′ delf, you way out your jurisdiction
While niggas bullshit on the grill
I don't fuck around, dunny-, it′s most real
I keep it thoro, nigga

Yo, let me back up for 'em, lemme back up, yo, yo

While niggas bullshit on the grill
I don't fuck around, dunny, it′s most real
I gave birth to your whole style and feel
How do it feel to hold my dick in public?

Cockblower, 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 Audi
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 with me
You feel different, nigga, see me
I throw a TV at you crazy, bitches say, "P, you crazy"
A pain in the 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 force 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, 'cause I guarantee that you bought it
Heavy airplay all day, with no chorus

I keep it thoro, nigga