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letra de keep it thoro - prodigy

[sinister laughter]

oh y’all n-gg-s killers now, oh word?
catch you comin out your f-ckin crib n-gg-
yeah, catch a f-ckin bullet n-gg-

[prodigy]
ayo, i break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
peel on the ducatis and other four wheels
write a book full of medicine and generate mills
tour the alb-m, 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 n-gg- in charge
of sh-t, live n-gg- rhymes artist
pardon, p dub shines regardless
remorseless, haunt n-gg-s 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 n-gg-s make the news when we start formin’
snatch stripes off a n-gg-‘s uniform often
doin it past yo’ delf you way out your jurisdiction
why n-gg-s bullsh-t on the grill
i don’t f-ck around dunny, this move’s real
i keep it thoro n-gg-

yo let me back up for ’em, lemme back up, yo, yo
why n-gg-s bullsh-t on the grill
i don’t f-ck around dunny, this move’s real
i gave birth to your whole style and feel
how do it feel, to hold my d-ck in public
c-ck blower, duplicate rap cloner
it’s me and you do it live on stage for dolo
i smack n-gg-s like you, smash n-gg-s by the tools
grab n-gg-s by the throat, show ‘n’ prove
rhymes c-cky, crazy ill, mad rowdy
did a buck off of my sh-t and wrapped your outtie
tempermental, i snap quick, very touchy
ayo my att-tude is all f-cked up and real sh-tty
i rap like no one out there can f-ck wit me
you feel different, n-gg-s see me
i throw a tv at you crazy, b-tches say p you crazy
a +pain in da -ss+, nah but +f-ck you, pay me+
i’m no shorty, n-gg- i stop your glory
i’m a thorough street n-gg- 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-ck really, i miss my n-gg- twin, kill me
so i can join the rest of my falls, up in the heavens
you rap n-gg-s make me laugh, y’all crazy -ss
and i don’t give a f-ck what you sold, that sh-t is trash
bang this, ’cause i gurantee that you bought it
heavy airplay all day wit no chorus
i keep it thoro n-gg-…

- prodigy

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