Keep It Thoro

Lyrics

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
 

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Duration
03:05
Key
11
Tempo
89 BPM

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