Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Keep It Thoro , by - Prodigy. Release date: 12.11.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Keep It Thoro |
| 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 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… |