Keep It Thoro(Explicit) - Prodigy

Keep It Thoro (Explicit) - The Prodigy (神童乐队)
Written by：Albert Johnson/Alan Maman
Oh y'all niggas killer now oh word
Catch you coming out your f**king crib ni**a
Yeah catch a f**king bullet ni**a
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 deals only if the math is real
If you can't match numbers
Then you can't have
The head ni**a in charge
And sh*t live ni**a 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 forming
Snatch stripes off a ni**a's uniform often
Doing it past yo' delf
You way out your jurisdiction
Why niggas b******t on the grill
I don't f**k around dunny
This move's real
I keep it thoro ni**a
Yo let me back up for 'em
Lemme back up yo yo
While niggas b******t on the grill
I don't f**k 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 'em proof
Rhymes cocky crazy I'll mad rowdy
Did a buck off of my sh*t
And wrapped your outtie
Tempermental I snap quick
Very touchy
Ayo my attitude is all
F**ked up and real shitty
I rap like no one out there
Can f**k wit me
You feel different niggas see me
I throw a tv at you crazy
B**ches say p you crazy
A pain in da a**
Nah but f**k you pay me
I'm no shorty ni**a I stop your glory
I'm a thorough street ni**a for real
You just applaud me
Avoid p
Man take your baby mom's advice
I'm nothing sweet
I'll 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 f**k really
I miss my ni**a 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 a**
And I don't give a f**k what you sold
That sh*t is trash
Bang this cuz I gurantee
That you bought it
Heavy airplay all day wit no chorus
I keep it thoro ni**a